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CHAPTER I 



The Angler's Inn dozed in midsummer sunshine. 
Along the white road which led on one hand to the 
village, on the other to the river, nothing was to 
be seen except a few fowls scratching in the dust. 
The only sounds were sleepy sounds — the buzz 
of insects, the droning of rustic voices through 
th6 bar window, the fli^ of a tail and the stamp 
of a hoof from one of the big waggon* team tethered 
to the fence beside the inn. A water-wagtail dipped 
into the horse-trough, and ran along the edge after 
a butterfly ; a kitten skipped round from the stable- 
yard in wanton lugh spirits, blundered into an old 
setter curled on a sack, and bounded off again, 
with her back arched, quicker than she came. The 
odour of roses and new-mown hay mingled in wafts 
with the smell of beer which exuded from the inu. 

Suddenly a door swung open, and an unseen 
woman's voice called briskly ; 

' Rosabel ! Where are you, Rosabel ?' 
* A girl, who had been reading on the be&c^ out- 
side, looked up from her novelette, ^'^itized by Google 



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* Yes, aunt.' 

' Mr. Smith wants a bit of bread and cheese, and 
the cold 'am.* 

' I'm coming,' said Rosabel. 

The door banged. 

Rosabel got up reluctantly. She was a sullen- 
looking girl. With a better expression she would 
have been pretty, almost beautiful. Her face was 
round, her eyes were large and dark and thickly 
lashed, her brown hair had a touch of red in it, her 
complexion, deepened by the sun, was the colour 
of a ripe peach. But she had no animation what- 
ever, and the lack of it accentuated a tendency to 
heaviness about the jaw, and drew down the comers 
of her mouth, and deprived her eyes of the natural 
lustre of youth. For the rest, she was vilely dressed 
in an ill-fitting red silk blouse and a green skirt, 
and her hair fell over her brow as though she would 
not take the trouble to do it becomingly, or did not 
know how. 

She went indoors, not by the bar entrance, but 
by the half-glass door marked ' Hotel.' Despite 
this pretension the Angler's Inn was a small place. 
On the ground-floor there was only the bar and 
tiny bar-parlour, the coffee-room, and the kitchens, 
and upstairs half a dozen spare bedrooms for visitors, 
usually cyclists, or boating and fishing gentlemen 
who could not afford, or did not care for, the smart 
expensive hotel on the river-bank. Mr. and Mrs. 







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Collins attended to the bar with the help of a lad 
and occasicmal assistance from Rosabel. It was 
Rosabel's superior duty to wait upon the coffee-room. 

She loathed it. To-day, in particular, her dis- 
taste was active. She had been thinking about 
herself all the morning. It was her birthday, and 
self-consciousness, never sleeping in Rosabel, had 
been quickened by a remorseless contemplation of 
past, present, and future. 

She collected the * bit of bread and cheese and 
the cold *am * resentfully, and frowned on her way 
back from the kitchen with a heavy tray which was 
as nothing in her strong yoimg arms. 

The coffee-room was rather a dismal little apart- 
ment, pervaded at all hours by a subtly compounded 
odour of spirits, cheese, and stale tobacco-smoke. 
It looked on a damp comer of the garden, where 
the sun never seemed to strike, and on hot days it 
was stuffy, and on cold days it was cold. 

Rosabel laid the doth. She did it neatly, and 
made the food look as attractive as possible with 
garnishing of fresh parsley, and a bowl of roses in 
the midst, because she was a good housewife by 
instinct, and could not help herself. Then she 
took up her novelette again, and called through 
the inner door of the bar on her way out : 

* Your lunch is ready, Mr. Smith.* 

*A11 right, my dear,' said the miller. *Many 
'appy returns of the day to ye.' 

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* Thank you,' said Rosabel. 

She sat down in her old place on the bench outside. 

Yes, it was her birthday, and she was nineteen. 
She felt old. Even at thirteen she had felt old. 
Not since the heedlessness of childhood had passed 
had she been really young. This was because she 
had a grievance, and the temperament to make 
the most of it. 

By birthright she was an anomaly ; there were 
conflicting strains in her blood, and such * culture ' 
as can be supplied by a middle-class day-school in 
the coimtry had accentuated them. She wanted 
to be a lady, and she was niece to Mrs. Collins of 
the Angler's Inn ; she was just educated enough 
to suspect that she was an ignoramus without 
possessing the knowledge necessary to rise above 
her conditions and make her own life. She hated 
the^upper classes because she envied them, and 
they had discarded her ; she shrank with disgust 
from the vulgarity of her father's people with whom 
she lived, and brooded apart, resentful, reserved, 
unhappy, alone. Nobody stopped to understand 
her — there was too much to do, and to her aunt, 
a bustling woman not given to analysis, Rosabel 
was no more than a girl of peculiar temper — a 
temper which was like to be her bane. If she 
would hold aloof from other young people, and her 
sullenness kept the boys ofi, she had only herself 
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Rosabel turned over the leaves of the novelette. 
Reading was the one thing she cared for, and she 
spent all her spare money on fiction. At this 
period her discrimination was feeble, and she 
devoured works of art and rubbish impartially. 
Perhaps she preferred the rubbish because it con- 
tained more titles and scenes of splendour, and, 
of course, she did not want to read about ordin- 
ary people living ordinary workaday lives like 
her own. It was an antidote to the unromantic 
plebeian affairs of the Angler's Inn that she sought. 
She was not such a fool as to think that things 
really happened, and dukes and duchesses really 
behaved, as they did in tales ; but then it had not 
even occurred to her that fiction should be a pic- 
torial representation in words, as it were, of life. 
They were * stories.' Rosabel, embittered by ex- 
perience, drew a hard-and-fast line between fact 
and the fiction of her favourite penny paper. 

His Grace — he was never odled anything else — 
had just proposed to the governess. To come 
there was the always piquant confoimding of 
scornful oppressors. Rosabel, however, had lost 
interest, temporarily, in these proceedings. There 
were times when the reality of things claimed her, 
when she was bound to think and think, with her 
half-formed mind, striving to see the world as it 
was, to pierce out the mystery of this ego, herself, 
which ached with dim consciousness of its own 



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shortcomings and desires for impossible achieve- 
ments, and still more impossible revenge. She had 
wished — ^how many times ? — ^that she had never 
been bom. Others had wished it, too, for that 
matter. All the same, here she was, and here, it 
seemed, she had to remain. 

A horseman came trotting along the road— a 
gentleman on a raking chestnut. 

Rosabel looked up. She knew the mare, and the 
rider. He dropped down at the inn door — a man 
of seven or eight and twenty, big, fair, rather 
fresh-coloured, a good-looking specimen of a sensual 
type. His name was Braithwaite. He was 
* county,* and owned Hallowdene, a large place 
five miles off. 

* 'Morning, Rosabel,' he said. 
She rose without answering. 

*A whisky-and-soda — ^long. You know how I 
like it. Bring it out, there's a good girl.' 

When she reappeared with the drink in one of 
the best tumblers, the chestnut was tied to a tree, 
and Maurice Braithwaite in possession of her 
seat. 

* Come and sit down,' he said in a friendly tone, 
making room for her. * We're smart to-day! A 
new blouse, Rosabel ?' 

* Yes,' she said imeasily. * Don't you like it ?' 

* It's beautiful. But you mustn't go near the 
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* Aunt gave it to me for a birthday present,* said 
Rosabel. 

* Oh, it's your birthday ! That accounts for the 
luiwonted splendour. I'd like to give you some- 
thing, too.' His fingers slipped into his waistcoat- 
pocket. * See here, Rosabel ' 

He was trying to put a sovereign into her hand. 
Rosabel, still standing, shrank back, scarlet, 
with her arms behind her. 

* No, thank you, Mr. Braithwaite !' 

* Why not ?' he asked. 

* I'm much obliged to you, but I couldn't take it. 
I didn't mean that when I mentioned my birthday.' 

* I know. Don't be a fool !* 

She shook her head again, and Braithwaite 
shrugged his shoulders, looking annoyed, and 
repocketed the money. 

There was a moment's silence. His moustache 
dipped into the whisky-and-soda. He lit a cigar. 
Rosabel glanced at the door. 

* Anyhow, you can stay and talk to me for five 
minutes ! Come along.' 

She accepted his invitation to sit down this time, 
although reluctantly, and he smiled again. 

* And how old are you ?' 

* Nineteen,' she said. 

* I wonder if you'll ever realize what a deuced 
pretty little girl you are !' 

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* I know what I'm like,' she said discontentedly, 
' But you don't know how to have a good time,' 
He was one of those men who live to amuse 

themselves, and only regard women in one way. 
He had often noticed Rosabel, and made advances, 
which she had either not seen or pretended not to 
see. She began to pique him. After all, who was 
she ? He played the game mechanically as a 
swimmer strikes out when dropped into deep water. 
The habit of pursuit was natural to his species. 

* I have never had a good time,' said Rosabel, 
* and I don't suppose I ever shall.' 

* Haven't you got a sweetheart ?' 

* No,' she said, frowning at her knuckles. 

* Why ? Haven't the lads hereabouts any eyes ?' 
' I don't care for men of that sort — farmers, and 

tradespeople, and servants.' 

' You want a gentleman, eh ? You are ambitious. 
And yet you are always snubbing me !' 

* You ?' she queried. 

* You must know by this time that I am desper- 
ately in love with you !' 

' Please don't talk nonsense,' said Rosabel 
angrily, turning red again. ' You are a married man. 
I'm not such a fool. You are only laughing at me.' 

* I'm not !' He leaned over her. His arm, 
which had been resting on the back of the seat, 
suddenly pressed her waist. *Give me a kiss, 
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* Certainly not, Mr. Braithwaite !* 

* There's nobody in sight !' he said. 

She thrust him away, and sprang to her feet. 

* How dare you !* 

* Well, you are a little cat !' he said. 

Rosabel ran into the house, and upstairs to her 
room, where she sank down and began to cry with 
rage. 

Braithwaite, after a moment's chagrin, smiled 
the wrong side of his mouth, finished his drink, and 
went into the bar to pay for it. 

' Gives herself too many airs,' he muttered as 
he rode away. * Cheek ! She ought to be flattered 
that I take any notice of her.' 



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CHAPTER II 

That afternoon an electric launch, with a dozen 
ladies and gentlemen on board, stopped at the 
Three Fishers Hotel. It was a party of smart 
people who were in the habit of regarding them- 
selves as the very smartest in London. Not in the 
ordinary sense used by outsiders, be it understood, 
for there was not a single title among them. But 
they were the choice spirits who wrote, and acted, 
and painted, and criticised, and talked — above all 
talked, chiefly about themselves. 

They scattered over the little hotel and the 
riverside lawn. 

* Remember,' said Mrs. Fairboume aloud, * that 
we are all to reunite here at 4.30 for tea.' 

* And it's 3.15 now,' added Alec Aylmer, consult- 
ing his watch. 

Of course he was beside her, and they strolled 
away together. It was his party, although she 
had asked the guests, and their friendship had 
reached the stage when tactful people invited them 
together and got out of their way. 

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' Shall we go for a walk through the village ?' he 
suggested. 

' I don't mind/ she replied. 

She was most unsuitably dressed for a country 
road, in a long muslin dress elaborately inlet with 
lace, a picture hat, and fluffy parasol. But she 
looked charming. He thought so, and she knew 
it. A fair woman, she was, of medium height, 
with a white pointed face, plaintive eyes, a prac- 
tised smile. Fairboume had been nothing more 
elevated than a stockbroker, but he had left her 
well off. Her little house in Great Cimiberland 
Place himimed with celebrities. She did nothing 
herself ; but to know people who did, to be in the 
* inner ring,* was her passion. She lost a great deal 
of money at bridge. 

Aylmer did nothing — ^with somewhat less elabora- 
tion. He loimged, and looked on — a sceptic without 
enthusiasms. But she drew him, perhaps with 
her tongue ; really, she talked very well, and when 
a woman of position looks twice at a man, he is apt 
to pause and look back at her. He supposed her 
to be about two-and-thirty, his own age ; as a 
matter of fact she was thirty-seven, but nobody 
would have guessed it. 

She picked up her skirts daintily, and sought the 
shady side of the way. 

* A perfect day,' she said. * How good of you to 
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* It is very pleasant,* he agreed. 

* Pretty country, the ripple of water in one's 
ears, an excellent lunch, plenty of ice, and good 
company I What more can one want in this world ?' 

' A game of bridge at my chambers, and a little 
supper to wind up the evening I* 

' What a happy thought !' she said. * But I 
shall be so sleepy and stupid after a day in the open 
air, and I shall lose, and I really can't afford to lose 
any more.' 

' How do you stand ?* he inquired. 

' Oh, I daren't calculate, I gave up keeping an 
account last month/ 

* As bad as that !' 
' Even worse.' 

He looked at her under his lids with the tentative 
humour of the man of tact who is going to venture 
much. Women found Aylmer fascinating. He 
was handsome, with very fine gray eyes, a straight 
nose, and a clean mouth. At Oxford he had shown 
a great deal of promise, but an income of three 
thousand a year had nipped it in the bud. So 
he lived comfortably in chambers in Piccadilly, 
travelled when he felt inclined, dined simply, 
smoked moderately, hunted in the season, and — 
so far — had evaded matrimony. Was the net over 
him at last ? 

* May I put you straight ?' 

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bourne. * But quite impossible I My dear fellow, 
just think !* 

* A loan,' he said, with ingratiating sweetness, 
* and you shall pay when you like I A mere 
business transaction.' 

* Oh, if you put it like that !' she said. 

' How much ?' He unscrewed the gold pencil 
on his watch-chain, and pulled down his cuff for a 
note. 

* Twelve himdred,' she said faintly. * I'll live 
on bread and water till I've paid you ! I really am 
in a tight comer. My income is locked up, you 
know. Fortunately, there is always Aunt Eliza.' 

* Who is she ?' 

* Aunt Eliza Dudgeon of Torquay. Can't you 
see her ? She disapproves of me, and we never 
meet ; but she is going to leave me fifty thousand 
pounds, because she has nobody else. I suppose 
she can't live for ever. She is a maiden of sixty- 
five.' 

It was the habit of this particular smart set to 
be flippant on all matters, sacred and profane. 
And Aylmer was so used to hearing men and 
women scoff at religion, and sentiment, and the 
natural ties of kindred and affection — at every- 
thing, in fact, which was nature, not art— that it 
did not even strike him that Mrs. Fairboume had 
spoken of her aged relative with a lack of respect 
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A naturally good palate may become perverted by 
unwholesome condiments. Ordinary pepper, if 
used too frequently, loses effect, and only cayenne 
and chillies can tickle the vitiated tongue. Thus 
suggestive jokes crop up, and questionable in- 
nuendoes malice, cynicism, and the desire to shine 
at anyone's expense. 

But Aylmer, blunted by habit, smiled without a 
qualm, apparently quite satisfied with the perfect 
gown, the exquisite manner, the refined voice and 
face, which was all of a woman that there was 
beside him. 

* You mustn't worry at all,* he said. ' The money 
is lying at the bank. Glad to find a use for it.' 

* Bloated millionaire !' 

* No. You know the figure of my income,' he 
said simply. * I've no vices, that is all.' 

* And I have, you mean ?' 

* You shall have the cheque to-morrow.' 

* Go on !' she said. * You haven't finished ! I 
know you are d5dng to improve the occasion !' 

* Please don't play bridge I' 

' But it's so old-fashioned to be eccentric. Every- 
body is normal nowadays.' 
He was silent. 

* I'll draw the line at penny points,' she said. 
* What ! not satisfied with that V 

* Of course, you will do exactly as you like, my 
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* Why,* she asked, * don't you like me to play at 
all?' 

* Because there are some women who shouldn't.' 

* You mean that I lose my head !' She was 
piqued. 

* It is a pity— when the head is so charming !' 
She gave him a melting glance. Goodness 

knows what might have happened if an imexpected 
diversion had not occurred. 

* Cows !' shrieked Mrs. Fairboume. * Save me !' 
There were six, calves with them, coming down 

the road in charge of a whistling urchin. 

' I think,' said Aylmer, * that the peril may be 
faced with presence of mind. But if you prefer to 
retreat, here is a gate !' 

They leaned over it, laughing, on the inside. No 
doubt she had exaggerated her alarm for the sake 
of clutching his arm. 

* I thought you were brought up in the country ?' 
he remarked. 

' So I was. But so long ago that I have forgotten 
all about it ! Now why did I say that ? You will 
begin to wonder how old I am. I meant, of course, 
that I alwa5rs hated cows.' 

* If women were half as harmless I' 

* It doesn't seem to me that you have found them 
very dangerous — ^yet !' 

Was she trying to draw him on a little too quickly ? 
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preferred, if it were, to choose his own time. He 
only smiled at her. 

* I have a cool head.* 

* A cold heart, you mean !' she cried angrily* 

* Allow me to open the gate !* 

She moved too widely. A nail caught the musUn 
dress. There was a rip, and half a yard of lace friU 
trailed the ground. 

^ Oh, look at that !' she wailed. 

*What a misfortune! But there is an inn a 
little further on. We'll get it mended for you.* 

Thus it happened that Rosabel, wrapped in 
gloomy meditation on the edge of her bed, was 
presently disturbed by a breathless kitchenmaid. 

* Please, miss, youVe wanted downstairs.* 
Rosabel sponged her eyes briefly, and descended 

with remnants of the storm still lingering in them. 

* How you do get out of the way, Rosabel !* said 
Mrs. Collins sharply. * You left Mr. Braithwaite 
to bring in his own tumbler, and I have to send all 
over the place after you when customers come. If 
it wasn't your birthday Fd be downright cross. 
Hurry I There's a lady in the best bedroom 
wanting a needle and cotton — white.* 

Rosabel never * answered back.' She only lowered 
her black lashes sullenly, and her mouth assumed a 
more decided pout. She took the needle and cotton 
to the best bedroom. 

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the door made the girl pause. Here was a lady 
indeed, not a lady merely in the cathoUc spirit of 
her aimt. The faultless costume, the perfectly- 
dressed hair, the white face with the faintly-arched, 
supercilious brows and thin red lips, the subtle 
perfume which clung about her, went to Rosabel's 
heart like a knife-thrust. She had never heard 
the word chic, but she knew that this woman 
was perfectly turned out from her crown to her 
heels, and walked the ways of luxury in another 
world. 

Rosabel saw before her, in fact, an ideal repre- 
sentative of that class which ever inspired her with 
the antagonism of grudging admiration, of consum- 
ing envy, of class resentment, with the jealousy of 
the base-bom for the heir. The girl in her vulgar 
clothes, intelligent enough to know how much 
she lacked, perceived the gulf between herself 
and this woman, and realization of those deficiencies 
which were not her own fault filled her with mingled 
rage and despair. 

Her firm sulky mouth drew in at the comers, 
and she frowned, perhaps unconsciously, at Mrs. 
Fairboume. 

* Here is the needle and thread. Can I do any- 
thing?' 

She always spoke correctly, and her country 
breeding had preserved her from a Cockney accent. 
On this occasion she took extra pains to enunciate 

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well. But Mrs. Fairboume did not notice her 
at all. A young person was to her an automaton 
to make itself useful. A penchant for the lower 
classes was not one of her fads. In fact, they dis- 
gusted her when she thought about them at all. 
She made an art of rel&nement. But, of course, 
she was always polite, and spoke civilly to the 
girl of the inn, 

* I wonder if you could mend this flounce ? I 
caught it on a nail. I hate stooping.* 

* I'll try,' said Rosabel. 

* You need not be very neat,' said Mrs. Fairboume. 
* Anyhow will do till I get home, as long as I don't 
fall over it.' 

The girl threaded her needle, went down on her 
knees, and began to sew. 

Mrs. Fairboume's eyes roamed, as she stood, 
over the rose-bud wall-paper, the old-fashioned 
crochet quilt and chintz bed-curtains, the square 
window sunk rather deeply in the wall — ^the Angler's 
Inn was an old house—and the green glass orna- 
ments on the mantelpiece. It was very dean, 
rather countrified, and hideous. 

She was amused. What taste these people 
had! 

Then her attenticm was attracted by the insuffer- 
able combination of crude red and green worn 
by the girl crouching beside her, and she smiled. 
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she had made at dinner the other night : ' The 
Anglo-Saxons are the least picturesque of all 
races on earth.' It was not original, but it had 
pleased her at the time ; a good memory will often 
take the place of wit* Now, if this girl were properly 
dressed. . . , She had quite a nice-shaped head, 
and her red-brown hair was pretty and plentifuL 
Her complexion and her features, too 

A twinge passed across Mrs. Fairboume's face. 
She inhaled a sibilant breath through her teeth, 
and looked harder at RosabeL A resemblance 
had struck her, a startling resemblance. It was 
as though a cupboard door had opened suddenly 
disclosing a skeleton which had been hidden so 
long that she had almost forgotten it. Yet it 
might be only her imagination which saw this grim 
relic of the past. 

The girFs name would settle the matter one way 
or the other if she dared to ask it. But she would 
not encourage herself in this flight of fancy. The 
likeness was an accident, no doubt. Downstairs 
Aylmer was waiting for her. He was real, the 
launch party was real, all the pleasant accessories 
of her life to-day were real — why permit an evil 
dream to linger in the sunshine ? 

But still she looked at the girl's face, and the 
question she had tried to stifle came out at last. 

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* You remind me of a — a servant I had once,' 
said Mrs. Fairboume. * Perhaps you are a younger 
sister. What is your name ?' 

' Rosabel Carpenter,' replied the girl. She was 
offended at the suggestion, and bit off a thread 
with a vicious jerk. 

* Rosabel Carpenter I* repeated Mrs. Fairboume 
faintly. ' Carpenter I N — no, the name isn't the 
same. That will do. You have mended my dress 
nicely. Thank you.' 

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Aylmer was waiting in the coffee-room. When 
Mrs. Fairbourae stood in the doorway, he started. 

* Good God ! what is the matter ?* 
She was white to the lips. 

*This place is so stuffy!* she gasped. *Take 
me away.' 

* Have some brandy !* 

* No.' Her gloved hand sought his sympathetic 
arm. * I shall be all right. Only take me away.' 

Nevertheless, she could scarcely see the road she 
trod on, and he led a mere doll towards the 
river. 

When she had recovered a little, an impulse 
moved her to confide in him. If she were going 
to marry him — and her mind was made up, at any 
rate — it would not be safe to keep a secret. Besides, 
what she had to tell him could never be a real 
secret ; too many people knew it. 

' Something upset me,' she said. * How 
strangely things happen f Why should chance 
have taken me to that particular inn ?' 

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*Then there is something the matter!' he ex- 
claimed, looking at her. 

* Yes. Oh, I have had a shock ! Don't be 
alarmed. I am not going to faint now. I must 
tell you.' 

He was obviously waiting, with expectation on 
tiptoe. Her hints were m5^terious enough. 

* I suppose you know,' she said at last, * that I 
have been married twice ?' 

* I heard something about an early marriage.' 

* I was seventeen, and such a little fool. You 
know what girls are at that age.' 

He smiled. 

* Don't smile. It was a tragedy. Do you know 
any more ?' 

* You dispensed with your father's consent, 
didn't you ?' 

' Go on.' 

* My information is exhausted.' 

*Then people are more charitable than I sup- 
posed,' she said, with a slight laugh, *or their 
memories are shorter. I ran away with my 
groom !' 

* Good Lord, Amy !' 

He did not notice, in his pardonable agitation, 
that he had called her by her name, but she did, 
and her soul was balmed. 

' Yes, that was it. I used to go out riding with 
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a man in the place. He was remarkably hand- 
some. ... Do remember my age I* 
' Have I said a word ?' 

* You are sneering in your sleeve !' 

*0n my honour!' He looked at her quite 
tenderly. 

' I think I was disillusioned in a week,' she con- 
tinued. ' Of course, he was — a groom. We had 
no money, too. I believe he was fond of me, but 
he had been reckoning on my father for supplies, 
and papa simply washed his hands of us. A year 
of horrors followed. We lived in two rooms in a 
dirty lodging-house on the proceeds of the jewellery 
and clothes I had brought away with me. It 
served me right, no doubt, but I want your sym- 
pathy.' 

* You have it, dear lady.' 

* At the end of the year William — that was his 
name— H:aught a chill and died of pneumonia. I 
had not looked for such a happy release. I tele- 
graphed instantly to papa, and he came by return, 
and took me home. Oh, the luxury of cleanliness, 
refinement, and decent cooking again !' 

' So the story ended happily ?' 

She had been recovering more and more imder the 
sun of his sympathy, but at this moment a relapse 
set in. She really looked as if she were going to 
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saw that girl at the inn — the girl they called 
Rosabel ?* 

*Yes.' 

' She is William's daughter.* 

* William's daughter ?' 

* And mine,' said Mrs. Fairboume faintly. 

* The devil !' ejaculated Aylmer. He stared. 
The informa,tion was enough to startle a more 
ardent suitor. 

' Her re^mblance to him struck me at once,' 
she pursued. ' I asked her name. . . . What an 
experience I' 

* But how is it that she — that you . . . Why 
didn't you know ?' 

* Papa wouldn't let me keep her. He wanted to 
cut the whole connection — ^naturally. It was the 
condition he made on taking me home. Was I 
likely to object ? The infant was given to William's 
sister, a respectable young married woman without 
children of her own. At the time the husband was 
a butler, I believe. They were to have a hundred 
a year, and hold their tongues. The lawyers pay 
it to this day. I have never had any communica- 
tion with the people direct. The following year I 
married George Fairboume.' 

' He knew ?' 

* Papa explained. George didn't care. He was 
in love. Besides, what did it matter ? It was aU 
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* It was all over/ repeated Aylmer mechanically. 
' I must say papa managed well. Very little talk 

reached London. I wasn't known then, you see. 
People met me as Mrs. Fairboume, and» of course, 
I never mentioned anjrthing unpleasant.' 

'And the girl at the inn is your daughter!' 
Curiosity moved him. ' Did you say anything to 
her?' 

* What could I say ? I was never so shocked in 
my life. And we were having such a pleasant day ! 
It was all your fault. You took me there I You 
won't tell anybody ?' 

* Of course not.' 

* I trust you^ she said. 

She leaned towards him with delicate flattery of 
voice and eyes, but Aylmer was thinking. 

*So even now,' he said, trying to grasp the 
stupendous fact, * she doesn't know who you are ?' 

* Good gracious, no I' cried Mrs. Fairboiune. 

* Did you expect me to reveal m5^elf after the 
manner of the long-lost parent of melodrama ? 
She mended my dress, and I gave her half a 
crown.' 

' Half a crown !' he exclaimed, in huge delight. 

* Half a crown ! How extravagant you are ! I 
always told you that you tipped too highly. That 
is why you cannot afford to lose at bridge. A 
shilling was the price !' 

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y that I ought to do something special . . . under 

/ the circumstances, you know/ 

Aylmer shouted with laughter. 
Mrs. Fairboume echoed him, from a mere syco- 
phantic desire to please- She was not really amused. 
The encounter had been painful in the extreme. It 
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Although no instinct had whispered the amazing 
truth to Rosabel, she felt that something had hap- 
pened. It was seldom that she came into contact 
with smart ladies, although she saw many of them 
in the distance on Simdays when she walked along 
the tow-path to the lock, and she had taken par- 
ticular notice of every point of Mrs. Fairboume*s 
manner and attire. 

When she was free at last to meditate upon the 
experiences of her birthday — ^that anniversary of a 
date which her mother had forgotten — she stared 
at the reflection in her small toilet-glass with tragic 
eyes. 

' I don't believe the blouse is really nice,* she 
thought. * Perhaps it's aU wrong, and one oughtn't 
to wear red and green together ?' She grew hot 
and anxious. ' Mr. Braithwaite laughed, although 
he said he liked it. Perhaps he knew it was wrong. 
I wonder what she thought of it ?' 

It was terrible to imagine that these fine people had 
been amused at her. Sensitiveness to ridicule was 

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almost a disease with the girl. She could have for- 
given someone who struck her sooner than someone 
who laughed at her. She regretted now that she 
had put on the new red blouse instead of her 
usual white cotton dress. At any rate, there 
was nothing remarkable about a white cotton 
dress. 

* She said I resembled a servant she had once,' 
remembered Rosabel. 'Then she must have 
thought I looked common I' 

And if she were common now, what would she be 
when she was older ? Probably she would grow 
like her aunt — stout and florid, with a loud voice, 
a hearty laugh, and a painful outspokenness. 
What else could she expect ? She was a waitress 
at an inn, the associate of vulgar people, one of 
them — Si mark for the impertinence of every man 
who came along. A black depression settled upon 
her. Never had her shortcomings seemed so many 
and so insurmountable. In her heart of hearts she 
had cherished the idea that she was better than her 
neighbours. Her continual anxious search for 
some sign of the superiority due to her birth had 
found her a little solace. Now all hope was swept 
away. She saw herself as an ignorant, ill-bred 
village girl beside this elegant woman of the world. 
And she ought to have been something different. 
She was wronged. She had been robbed of the 
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should have received, which it should have been her 
mother's pleasure to give her. 

Many times she had sununed up her grievances, 
but never had the total impressed her so deeply. 
She was filled with a passionate, burning hatred of 
the woman who had abandoned her. Perhaps one 
day, she did not know how, she would be revenged. 
If sheiiad been bom two centuries earlier, she would 
have trafficked with the nearest witch, and brought 
a fearful retribution upon her mother's head by 
burning her waxen image in the kitchen fire. 

The smell of fried onions reached her in her little 
bedroom under the roof. It was supper-time. She 
was not hungry, but they would call her if she did 
not go down. 

She descended slowly. A loneliness of the spirit 
had seized her. She felt an alien in the house of her 
aunt, where she had lived aU her Ufe. 

There was a steak — the raison i^Hre of the onions 
—on the supper-table in the parlour, and plenty 
of fried potatoes, and pale ale. The Angler's 
Inn was a good concern, and the Collinses lived 
well. 

Collins, the retired butler, a tall, stout, smug- 
faced man not unlike his wife, had just begun to 
serve out. Mrs. Collins was cutting bread. 

* How's your appetite, Rosabel ?' he asked. 

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* What's that ?' exclaimed her aunt. * Nonsense, 
Rosabel ! You eat your supper properly.* 

* I am gomg to have some bread and cheese.' 

* I know what it is,' said Collins facetiously. 
* She*s afraid of losing her figure if she eats enough, 
eh, Rosabel ?* 

Rosabel disdained to reply, 

" No, it*s the onions/ said Mrs. Collins, with a 
short laugh. ' She Ukes them really, but she pre- 
tends she don't because they ain't genteel. I 
know the young miss V 

This was such a shrewd definition of her attitude 
that Rosabel scowled. There is nothing as annoy- 
ing, at times, as the truth. 

' Don't you put on so many airs, Rosabel,' added 
Mrs, Collins, irritated in her turn by the girl's 
silence. ' Nobody notices you, so you might as 
well be natural. Sulkiness and conceit never got 
a girl a good husband yet, and you'll be left on the 
shelf if you don't mend your ways.' 

Rosabel raised fierce eyes under lowering brows. 

* I wish you'd let me alone, aunt !' 

' You've been cross all day,' replied Mrs. Collins 
sharply. * Bless the girl 1 what's the matter with 
her ? You had presents^ and your favourite pudding 
for dinner, and a glass of champagne— everything 
of the best, and no expense spared to give you a 
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a face like a wet week, so grumpy that you can*t be 
spoken to. Such ingratitude !' 

* I'm not grumpy/ cried the girl with sudden 
passion. 

She pushed her chair back stormily, and rose from 
the table. 

* Yes, go to bed I It*s the best thing you can do. 
I don't want any sour faces near me.* 

* There, there, wife I' said Collins, a peace-loving 
man. * It's the girl's birthday. We all have our 
tempers.' 

* If she were a couple of years younger, I'd box 
her ears,' declared his wife, red in the face. 

Rosabel went out, banging the door, and retreated 
to her own room, and flung herself on the bed, and 
wept — ^for the second time on this eventful day. 

* I wasn't cross !' she sobbed. * No, I wasn't. 
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Amy Faxrbourne's stock of romance had been 
exhausted for many years by her early love afEair 
with the unpossible William. She had made 
hysterical vows at the time, wept copiously, and 
emerged from the briefest retirement decency 
allowed with crape on her gown — she barred the 
widow's cap, which was really too much — ^and the 
most sensible of sentiments towards men. In 
future she was going to be practical. So she 
married Fairboume, by her father's advice, for 
money, and if, after all, he had not left her as well 
off as she had hoped, she could afford most of the 
luxuries of life in moderation, and the episode of 
William was buried under a cheap headstone at 
Kensal Green. 

In the folly of her girlhood she had thrown 
herself away, in the materialism of maturity she 
had sold herself ; but she had not yet given her- 
self, which was quite another matter. It was 
reserved for the verge of middle age, when a 
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to bring her Alec Aylmer and the love of her 
life. 

If she had asked no more of fate at this date than 
an agreeable companion with a suflScient income, 
she would have b^en glad enough to marry him. 
His appearance, his wit, his manners, charmed her 
equally. But she was in love even to the degree of 
making sacrifices had sacrifices been required. 
Thank God, he was eminently desirable — ^that was 
part of his attraction. The day of William had 
long gone by. 

Aylmer, for his part, had lounged into the posi- 
tion of habitu6 at Great Cumberland Place through 
laziness as much as inclination. She kept on asking 
him, so he kept on going. Besides, she amused him, 
and it is natural to the average man to like a woman 
who is not ashamed of showing a decided preference 
for his society. And he met amusing people at her 
house. 

How the idea of marrying her had entered his 
head, he scarcely knew himself. It had come 
without any shock of discovery. Had anyone 
asked him if he were in love, he would have thought 
a moment, probably, and answered no. Yet he 
was always glad to be with her. She had a great 
deal of tact, and could amuse a dinner-table, and 
he was growing tired of living alone. 

But he was in no hurry, and sometimes his dalli- 
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had several good opportunities of approaching the 
point. She had let him lend her money, and had 
taken a solitary walk with him, and in the twilight 
on the river going home he might have whispered 
a great many things instead of discoursing aloud on 
politics. For once he had bored her. She was 
growing impatient. There was the question of 
money, too. 

She was thinking it out in bed, with a vertical 
line between her brows, on the morning after the 
launch party. 

If she did not marry Aylmer soon, she would have 
to pay him, and her position was worse than she 
had admitted. It was impossible to live on nothing 
in Great Cumberland Place and keep up with an 
extravagant set. At the best of times she found it 
difficult enough not to have to go without things 
she wanted on two thousand a year. The addition 
of Aylmer's three thousand would make a OMn- 
fortaUe income. And she would not be obliged 
to liquidate her debt — ^a great consideration. 

* I must get him up to the mark this week,* she 
told herself. * Of course, he is fond of me.* 

She paused after uttering this statement aloud, 
and repeated it with an air of aggressimi, as though 
scmieone had contradicted her. It would have been 
more flattering to her vanity, as a matter of fact, 
if he had shown some eagerness. He must not feel 
too sure. Perhaps a flirtation in another quarter 
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There was a little pUe of letters l3ang beside her 
cup of tea, and she began to open them. Three 
invitations, a bill, a note from a partictdar friend, 
and a letter bearing the postmark of Torquay. 

* Aunt Eliza,' she murmured. 

The writing was not Aunt Eliza's, but Miss 
Dudgeon never wrote her own letters. She dic- 
tated to a companion. 

Mrs. Fairboume opened the envelope, anticipat- 
ing a request to match a pattern of impossible 
material. 

'Dear Mrs. Fairbourne, 

* I am grieved to inform you that your aimt, 

Miss Eliza Dudgeon, died suddenly at 4.30 p.m. I 

am writing by the same post to the lawyers. If 

you intend to come down, perhaps you will kindly 

send me a wire. 

* Yours faithfully, 

*Mary Bateman.' 

The letter was of yesterday's date. 

Mrs. Fairboume turned pale. The news of death, 
anyone's death, is always a shock. 

Then she grew pink. It would be convenient, 
at this moment, to inherit fifty thousand pounds. 

Golden visions appeared to her. She began to 
feel ' good.' All sorts of things that she wanted 
badly, and many that it would be nice to have, 
recurred to her mind. She would have an electric 

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brougham, which is so much more useful than a 
pair of horses to a woman who goes out a great 
deal, and refurnish the boudoir. And she would 
not go down to Torquay. What was the use of 
depressing herself needlessly ? The lawyers could 
attend to the funeral arrangements. She could do 
no good whatever if she went. 

Having mapped out her plans with her usual 
decision, she rose at once and wrote a polite reply 
to Miss Bateman's letter, and another to the soli- 
citors who had charge of Miss Dudgeon's affairs. 
Then she went out to order mourning. Fortunately, 
she looked well in black, and there would be no 
necessity to have crape for an aunt whom nobody 
knew. 

Alighting from her victoria at the door of a 
famous 'mourning' house in Regent Street, she 
encountered Alec Aylmer. 

* You have recovered ?' he inquired. 

* Recovered ?' she repeated vaguely. * Oh yes.* 
She had really forgotten for the moment what had 
happened yesterday. * I have had news this 
morning,' she added, * which has driven every- 
thing else into the background. Aimt Eliza is 
dead.' 

* Indeed. I condole with you,' he said conven- 
tionally. 

* I am just going to Kay's to order clothes,' she 
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but one must respect the prejudices of an aunt who 
leaves fifty thousand pounds.* 

* Then I am to congratulate as well as to condole ?* 
he asked. 

* I haven't heard about the will yet,' she answered, 
' but I am quite easy. There are people who never 
dream of leaving their money out of " the family," 
and she was one of them. I am the only relative 
she had in the world.' 

* Well, fifty thousand pounds is a comfortable sum.' 
It would be very comfortable. She was none the 

less resolved to marry the urbane gentleman who 
stood talking to her on the pavement. He looked 
very handsome this morning, quite someone to be 
proud of, and when their eyes met by chance her 
heart beat like a girl's. 

* I shall cancel my engagements for a week or 
two,' she said, *but that won't prevent my being 
at home to my best friends. Are you engaged for 
this evening ?' 

' Unfortunately, yes.' 
' Then limch to-morrow ?' 

* Thanks.' 

They parted with a tender glance on the woman's 
part, and a responsive pressure of the hand on the 
man's. 

* He is a dear fellow,' she murmured. * Really, I 
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been in love this morning. Fifty thousand pounds 
made her heart so soft. 

All the afternoon she was occupied with dress- 
makers and milliners. She dined alone. By the 
last post came a letter from the solicitors, as she had 
expected ; but it was registered, and contained an 
enclosure, which she had not expected. 

* Dear Madam, 

*We have the honour to inform you that 
the late Miss Eliza Dudgeon, by her last will, has 
bequeathed to you, on certain conditions, a life 
interest in her entire estate, valued roughly at 
fifty-one thousand pounds. Our junior partner, 
Mr. Gell, will be pleased to see you either here or 
at your own address, as you may appoint, to read 
the will to you and receive your instructions. 

* Our senior partner, Mr. Geary, as executor of 
Miss Eliza Dudgeon, has despatched a representa- 
tive to Torquay to wind up her affairs and make 
the necessary arrangements for the funeral, which 
will be conununicated to you in due course. 

* Meanwhile, we beg to forward you the enclosed 
packet, placed in our hands some months ago by 
Miss Eliza Dudgeon, with instructions that it 
should b^ delivered to you at her death. 

* Awaiting your reply, 

*We remain, madam, 

* Yours faithfully, 

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A pensive expression dawned on Mrs. Fairboume's 
face. It ended with a frown. 

* A life interest !* she repeated. * Only a life 
interest ! Conditions P. 

She became suddenly afraid of the enclosure, 
which was sealed and addressed in a shaky hand, 
as though the old woman had written it herself. 
The touch of drama supplied by this message from 
the grave affected her unpleasantly. Aimt Eliza 
had never had anything agreeable to say to her in 
her life. Why had she written ? 

* Conditions/ murmured Mrs. Fairboume again — 
* conditions !' 

A queer sensation came over her, as sometimes 
happened when a thimderstorm was brewing. She 
felt certain that she would not like what she was 
about to read. But it was useless to postpone the 
inevitable. She was curious, too. Nevertheless, 
before breaking the seal, she walked to the window, 
and threw it open wider to the soft breaths of ait 
which found their way down the street from the Park. 

' My dear Amy,' she read, 

' We have never liked each other. Let that 
pass. I am an old woman ; you still call yourself 
a young one, I understand. You think I am a 
dowd ; what I think of you is stated below. Never- 
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iterating my opinion of your behaviour concerning 
a matter upon which we have always disagreed. 
But as the testatrix of fifty thousand pounds I can 
purchase your attention, at least. 

* It is my request that you should publicly 
acknowledge your daughter bom in lawful wedlock, 
take her to live with you until she marries, and try 
to repair your disgraceful neglect of her in the past. 
As reward, I leave you the life interest of my 
estate, the capital to devolve upon her at your 
death. If you refuse to perform this obvious duty, 
which only false pride, egotism, and heartless in- 
difference to the most ordinary maternal instinct 
could have induced you to disregard so long, Rosabel 
will inherit my estate at once, and you will be left 
out. It is for you to choose. 

* Your affectionate aimt, 

* Eliza Dudgeon.* 

For fully half a minute Mrs. Fairboume did not 
stir. The shock was so great that she was stunned. 

Then she crushed the letter in her hands, with a 
hissing soimd such as a cat makes when it spits. If 
Aylmer had seen her at this moment, he would not 
have thought her charming. The true woman, 
greedy, selfish, venomous, glittered in her eyes. 

* The old beast !* she exclaimed. * The old devil ! 
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She rose, inhaling a deep breath of passion. She 
saw nothing but malice in Miss Dudgeon's testa- 
ment. As the sour old maid could not take her 
money with her, she had done her best to make her 
heir smart for it. 

* If the girl were a baby still it wouldn't matter,' 
mused Mrs, Fairboume, clawing at her handker- 
chief in hysterical rage till the hem gave way. * But 
a grown woman — a woman looking full her age and 
more . . . after all these years t' 

She closed her eyes, and recalled the image of 
Rosabel at the inn — Rosabel, who had mended her 
gown. And this insane old woman actually pro- 
posed that she should take up this girl, reeking of 
beer, and present her, without explanation, to the 
world of art and letters ! 

* It is a plot for a farce— or a tragedy,' she moaned. 
* Good God ! what is one to do ?' 

Fifty thousand pounds was a lot of money. If 
only a small sum had been at stake, she would have 
let it go, hard up as she was, and trusted to Aylmer 
to come to the rescue. 

Fifty thousand pounds i 

She cried by-and-by. She had not done such a 
weak thing for years, but the situation was beyond 
her. Her only hope was for an evasion of some 
sort. 

She sent for Aylmer in the morning. Her clever- 
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to for advice by the woman for whom he has a 
penchant. 

His prompt arrival fomid her white-faced and 
plaintive after a sleepless night. 

* What do you think of me,* she asked, * for bother- 
ing you ? But I am worried to death, and I have 
no man belonging to me.' 

* You know/ he said, * how deUghted I am to 
serve you in any way. What has gone wrong ?* 

* My expectations,' she said. * I always knew 
that Aunt Eliza was an old cat, but she has served 
me the most exasperating trick conceivable. She 
has left me a life interest only in her money — a life 
interest, and conditional. I have to acknowledge 
Rosabel.' 

* What ?' he exclaimed. * Your daughter ?' 
She whimpered. 

* Did you ever hear anything like it ? I am so 
disgusted and angry that I don't know what to do.' 

Aylmer dropped into a chair, and crossed his 
legs. 

* Let us be calm,' he said. * On the one side we 
have to consider some two thousand a year, I pre- 
sume ; on the other — WiUiam's daughter. You'd 
hke the money ?' 

* Of course I should.' 

* It's a great deal, certainly.' He swung a patent- 
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* It's easy for you to talk !' said Mrs. Fairboume 
fractiously. 

His amusement refused to be stifled any longer. 

* Why ? Is she so objectionable ? I thought she 
was rather pretty.' 

* You laugh at ever5^ing t' she said. * You are 
the worst confidant I ever came across !' 

* My dear Amy,' he said, ' bring your sense of 
humour to bear upon the proposition, and you will 
laugh also !' 

* I have been crjdng,' she declared. 

* Really ? I don't beheve it ! You are too much 
the woman of the world. After all, you will be 
well paid.' 

* Everyone will wonder so,' she said. * How shall 
I account for keeping her in the dark all these 
years ?' 

* Ah ! there you have me on toast. Would it be 
possible to tell the truth by any chance ?' 

' The truth ?' she queried uncertainly. 

' Not possible, you think ?' His tone was a trifle 
subtle. Was there also a sub-current of malice 
beneath the humour in his eyes ? ' Perhaps you are 
right. It is useless, as you say, to be original in 
these days.' 

She was considering, and did not notice him. 

* Oh, I won't have her !' she cried. * It would be 
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' In such a matter — ^a matter of inclination, a 
matter of the heart— every soul must be its own 
dictator/ 

* How flippant you are !' she said, frowning. 
* Is this what you call giving me serious advice ?* 

* You wrong me,' he continued. * I am the most 
serious man in London.' 

She laughed at last, and he laughed ; but her 
mirth rang hollow, and she checked herself abruptly. 

' Sometimes I don't understand you a bit,' she 
said. * Perhaps you were serious, after all ? You 
alluded to a "matter of the heart." Of course, 
there is no question of " heart " about it. I don't 
believe in natural feeling. Why should I feel 
maternal towards a grown girl I have only 
seen once, by accident, since she was an infant, 
just because I happen to have given birth to 
her?' 

* Don't scold me,' said Aylmer. * I say nothing. 
It is your own affair.' 

* What shall I do ?' she insisted. 
He smiled again. 

* Just what you like — ^as we all do.' 

* I have been spending the extra two thousand a 
year,' she said. * I really can't give it up. What 
will she think ?' 

* She will welcome the change, no doubt, from the 
Angler's Inn to Great Cumberland Place.' 

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it for a moment,* she sighed ; * but, imder the cir- 
cumstances ^ 

' You wiU r 

* I suppose I must. But it is most aggravating.' 
*The next time I come,' he said, *I shall find 

Miss Rosabel here ! Can I be of any assistance in 
the matter ?' 

* There is nothing to do. I shall write to the 
solicitors, and say that I accept the conditions — ^and 
fetch Rosabel.' 

* Do let me come with you,' he begged mischiev- 
ously. 

* Certainly not !* she replied. 



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After all she did not fetch Rosabel. The prospect 
of such a dramatic return to the Angler's Inn was 
too much for her. She requested Mr. Gell to nego- 
tiate the matter. As he had been the medium 
of conmiunication throughout, it seemed a proper 
proceeding to her mind. 

The lawyer went. He was middle-aged, dapper, a 
bit of a swell, and he ran down from the office to the 
riverside village one afternoon in a silk hat and a 
frock coat. 

Rosabel happened to be the first person he saw on 
reaching the Angler's Inn, and he guessed who she 
was at once. 

* I have private business with Mrs. Collins,* he 
said. * Will you kindly give her my card and ask 
if I can see her ?' 

He gazed at the girl curiously as she took it. 
Rosabel despaired of herself unnecessarily. There 
was nothing common in her appearance, and to-day, 
in a cotton blouse, she looked both pretty and 
refined. 

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She conducted him to the bar parlour, which was 
empty, while she went to fetch her aunt. The card 
told her that the dapper gentleman was a lawyer, 
but she had no reason to suspect that his visit con- 
cerned herself, and returned to continue feeding a 
pair of magnificent cart-horses with sugar. 

Probably a quarter of an hoiur had passed when 
Mrs. Collins came out. 

' Rosabel,' she said, * go into the parlour. The 
gentleman wants to speak to you.' 

The woman's voice was tremulous and subdued, 
and her florid complexion had faded a trifle. Ob- 
viously something had happened. 

* He wants to speak to me !* repeated Rosabel in 
surprise. 

* Yes ; he's a lawyer, you know — ^the lawyer who 
always sends your money.' 

Rosabel looked at her aunt earnestly under her 
lashes, and plaited the comer of her muslin apron. 

* What has he come for ?' 

* He'll tell you. Go along.' 

The girl went indoors, and opened the parlour- 
door slowly. Mr. Gell, standing at the window, 
turned to greet her with amiable speculation. 

* I thought,' he said, ^ that you must be Miss 
Rosabel! I have come down from London on 
business of yours. Let me introduce m3^f . My 
name is Gell, of Geary and Gell. We are— er — Mrs. 
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* Who is Mrs. Fairboume ?• inquired Rosabel, 

* Why, your mother, to be sure !* he said, sur- 
prised and amused. 

The girl stood at the table, with red cheeks and 
lowering brows. 

* What is the matter ?* she asked. 

Her brusqueness was disconcerting. Neverthe- 
less, he renewed an ill-timed geniality. 

* Won't you sit down, Miss Carpenter? We 
should be able to talk more comfortably.' 

Rosabel took a chair at the table, and Mr. Gell 
seated himself opposite. 

* I am here,' he resumed, * at Mrs. Fairboume's 
request, to make a communication to you which 
will lead to important changes in your Ufe. You 
are aware, I presume^ of the history of your birth ?' 

He might have been the family lawyer of the 
stage, but he had no sense of humour, and Rosabel 
read novelettes. 

* She ran away with my father, and was ashamed 
of it afterwards,' said Rosabel, * so she didn't want 
me, because I was his daughter.' 

* You put it harshly. Miss Carpenter.' 

* I don't see any other way of putting it,' said 
Rosabel. 

* She was very young, and obeyed her father, and 
afterwards her husband — ^her second husband,' cor- 
rected the diplomatic Gell gently. * You must 
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must. Of course, you know that she has always 
supported you V 
Rosabel nodded, and stirred impatiently. 

* She would have come herself this afternoon but 
for the awkwardness of taking you unprepared, 
especially after her visit the other day.' 

* What visit ?' demanded the girl. 

* It was on Wednesday, I believe. She was with 
a gentleman.' 

Rosabel's red face turned white. 

* Is she fair and pale, with golden hair ?' she 
asked breathlessly. * Did she wear a blue dress 
trinuned with lace, and a picture hat ?' 

* I don't know about the attire,' said Mr. Gell, 
* but the rest of the description is correct.' 

Odd little twitches caught Rosabel's brows, her 
nostrils, the muscles of her mouth. She sat silent, 
staring at the lawyer. 

* She wants you to go and live with her,' he said 
deliberately, *at her house in Great Cumberland 
Place, London.' 

' She really wants me ?' 

* Yes ; she will be ready to receive you as soon as 
you can come. I was to tell you so.' 

A look of surprise came into the girl's eyes. She 
was stirred to the heart by a misconception, which 
was natural enough. Her lips trembled ; she could 
not speak. Her face was transfigured by a holy 
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She thought that this lovely lady, who was her 
mother, had taken a fancy to her, and that the 
promptings of maternal love, awakened at last, had 
dictated the lawyer's visit. 

Mr. Gell was not an imaginative man. 

* You see,' he continued, * there is a large sum of 
money involved. Your mother's aunt, Miss Eliza 
Dudgeon, of Torquay, has left her the income of 
fifty thousand pounds on condition that she acknow- 
ledges you ' 

His voice turned to a meaningless buzz in Rosa- 
bel's ears. Only when, at the end of his speech, he 
repeated a sentence twice, did she imderstand that 
he was congratulating her on being heiress to fifty 
thousand pounds. 

* You mean that I get fifty thousand pounds at — 
at Mrs. Fairboume's death ?' she asked at last. 

* Yes. A nice sum, Miss Carpenter.' 
' I can't have any of it now, can I ?' 

' No ; but as you will reside with your mother, 
you will not require it.' 
Rosabel looked up. 

* Suppose I don't want to live with my mother ?' 
she queried. 

* We won't assume anything so improbable,' 
replied Mr. Gell, slightly taken aback, nevertheless. 
'Of course, you will be glad to exchange your 
present surroundings for your mother's home. 
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in the most fashionable part of London, with all 
the elegance and luxury suited to her birth and 
position. Your mode of existence would be very 
different from what you are accustomed to 
here.' 

The girPs eyes brooded on the lawyer's face. She 
had a child-Uke way of staring sometimes, which 
disconcerted the person stared at without revealing 
the least self-consciousness on her part. 

* But suppose,' she persisted, * I don't want to 
live with her ? She can't make me, can she ?' 

* Until you are of age, or married, your mother is 
your legal guardian, and you must obey her.' He 
hesitated. * When you are twenty-one it will be 
in your power to release her formally from the 
obligation imposed by Miss Dudgeon's will. I 
mean, that if you did not choose to live with your 
mother, and you signed a paper to that effect, she 
would not lose her life interest in the money, because 
the separation would be your fault.' 

* I see,' said Rosabel. * Then all I have to do is 
to wait till I am twenty-one. Two years isn't so 
very long !* 

He thought her a sullen, ungracious, and stupid 
girl. She seemed to prefer the gutter to the draw- 
ing-room ; the force of heredity, no doubt. Never- 
theless, he felt it to be his duty to add a note of 
warning. 

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any age, to leave the home your mother provides, 
she is not obUged to support you.* 

^ That wouldnH matter,' said Rosabel. * I am 
used to being a servant. My aunt would take me 
back — or I could find another place.* 

* I prophesy that you will change your mind 
when you have tasted the pleasures of wealth,* said 
the lawyer, rising. * However, the future is for your 
own consideration. The present is what concerns 
us at the moment. Mrs. Fairboume wishes to know 
when she is to expect you. Shall I say to-morrow 
afternoon ?* 

* I don't care,* said Rosabel reluctantly. 

Mr. Gell extended his hand with a half-smile. 

* Ah, my dear young lady, when you are a little 
older, you will appreciate your good fortune !* 

Rosabel accompanied him to the door. 
Directly he had gone, her imcle and aunt came 
out of the bar. 

* I*m to go to my mother to-morrow,* said 
Rosabed. 

* What ? Really !* exdauned Mrs. Collins. * I 
couldn*t believe it.* 

She was all of a twitter with excitement. 

* And what's this about fifty thousand pounds ?' 
asked Collins. 

* Vm to have fifty thousand pounds when my 
mother dies.* 

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of, too,* added Mrs. Collins. *Well, it do seem 
strange ! Just like one of the stories you're always 
readin', Rosabel.' 

' You'll be like a young princess,' said Collins. 

The respect which the serving class, above all 
others, pays to mere money was already visible in 
his manner towards his wife's niece. No merits 
moral or intellectual, on Rosabel's part could have 
inspired a similar regard in the ex-butler's breast. 

* I wonder how many servants she keeps !' 

* I never saw such a lucky girl,* said his wife. 

' Oh yes, I'm very lucky,' said Rosabel. She 
laughed. 

VWhat in the world is the matter with you now ?' 
asked Mrs. Collins. ' You've always had your nose 
in the air, and now you're going to be a lady and 
live on the fat of the land. What can you want 
more ?' 

As usual, when her * tone ' was the subject of 
complaint, Rosabel shut her mouth, and made no 
reply. 

' What more can you want, I say ?' repeated her 
aunt, with exasperation. 

Two young gentlemen arrived at that moment, 
demanding tea. The heiress to fifty thousand 
pounds went away, without more ado, to wait on 
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All night Rosabel lay awake thinking of to-morrow. 
She had already packed her clothes and the few 
trifles, in the way of birthday and Christmas presentSu 
which she cared to keep. In the morning there 
would be nothing to do except to say good-bye to 
the only real friend she had in the neighbour- 
hood — ^a lame girl, the daughter of the village 
organist. 

She did not feel at all excited. On the contrary, 
there was a weight on her heart. The thought of 
meeting her mother quite counterbalanced the 
material advantages of the change. Her mother 
did not really want her. Had it been otherwise, 
as she had imagined at first, the girl would have 
been glad enough to go. But she saw plainly that 
she was being forced upon a woman to whom her 
presence would be only less distasteful than the 
loss of a large income. She would be entering a 
new world among strangers, who would regard her 
either as a nuisance or a joke, to live a life of com- 
parative splendour without love. 

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If she had been still a child, it would not have 
mattered. She would have had a proper educa- 
tion, she would have taken root naturally in the 
new soil, and grown up an equal among her mother's 
class. But she was too old to go to school. With 
habits and ideas already formed, she was to be 
thrown into this new world unprepared, at the sen- 
sitive and self-conscious age of budding woman- 
hood. 

When she heard the birds twittering at the window 
in the dawn, a lump came to her throat, and she 
realized for the first time that this place which she 
had despised so much was home. She was not 
looked down on here. Her aimt had shown her 
affection, and the man had always been kind. 

It was natural that she should fall asleep at last, 
and come down to breakfast late. It was even 
more natural that nobody should scold her. The 
glamour of young ladyhood was over her. Collins 
cut her bread-and-butter, and her aunt fetched her 
fresh tea. All the morning, too, they stole furtive 
glances at her as though she were a queen. She 
was not expected to put her hand to anything ; and 
again, as on her eventful birthday, there was her 
favourite pudding for dinner, and a small bottle of 
sweet champagne. 

Afterwards she said good-bye to the dog, to the 
cat and kitten, the fowls which she had fed so many 
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o'clock a barrow came to the door to wheel the little 
shabby tin trunk, which her aunt had given her, to 
the station. 

The woman threw her arms round the girl's neck, 
and broke into loud weeping. 

* You'll forget us now,' she said. * You'll never 
come to the Angler's Inn again.' 

' Of course I shall come to see you, aunt,' said 
Rosabel. 

' You know I was always fond of you, Rosabel. 
I'm awful sorry you're goin'. If I've scolded some- 
times, it's been the fault of your own queer sulky 
temper, though. Gawd knows, I don't want to go 
back on that now !' 

* You've been very kind to me,' said Rosabel, 
* and I shall come soon.' 

She returned the kisses, and felt like cr3dng, too ; 
but at the back of her mind was a memory which 
restrained the tears. She could not help wondering 
whether her aunt would have been as sorry to part 
with her if she had not represented a himdred 
pounds a year. 

Collins took a second-class ticket for her, and 
Rosabel started on her journey with a piece of 
paper bearing her mother's address clasped tightly 
in her hand. She had only been to London a 
few times in her life, and then merely for the day ; 
but her directions were explicit, so she could not 
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dington, and drive straight to Great Cumberland 
Place. 

Throughout the journey of fifty mmutes the girl 
sat erect and self-contained, absorbed in thought. 
She tried to fancy how her mother would greet her, 
and what the house would be Uke. She felt like a 
servant going to a new place. There was the same 
uncertainty about her reception and what would be 
expected of her, the same sense of strangeness and 
consciousness of her new gloves. 

She went about her business methodically on 
reaching London. Her box was found and put on 
a four-wheeler, and the address given to the cab- 
man. Then the roar of London descended upon 
her, and her entity seemed to be caught up and 
whirled along like a straw in a mighty stream. 

She saw none of the streets through which she 
passed. She sat in the cab as she had sat in the 
train, rendered drowsy by the unreality of things. 
Only when they turned a comer on which she saw 
Great Cumberland Place written, something stirred 
sharply within the girl at last, and her apathy gave 
way to a sickening suspense. But, as usual with 
her, to be shy was to show no more than an accen- 
tuated impassiveness, and nobody would have 
guessed how her heart was beating when the door 
opened. 

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The drawing-room was shaded by sun-blinds and 
fragrant with the scent of flowers. A vague blur 
of colour and the rustle of silken skirts greeted 
Rosabel as Mrs. Fairboume rose from the couch. 

' How do you do, Rosabel ?* said a soft, low, 
cultivated voice. * We have met before, you see, 
but you did not know me I I hope you will be 
happy and comfortable with me, and that we shall 
soon be good friends.' 

Rosabel said nothing at all. 

After a brief hesitation the lady, flushing, kissed 
her daughter on the cheek. 

* Did you come alone ?' she asked. 

* Yes,* said Rosabel. 

* I thought they would have sent someone with 
you. Do you know London ?* 

* Not very well.* 

' Your room is ready for you,' added Mrs. Fair- 
boume. * I dare say you would like to take off 
your things before tea, which will be up in a moment. 
My maid will show you the way. Come down again 
when you are ready.' 

' Yes, thank you,' said Rosabel. 

Mrs. Fairboume touched an electric bell twice, 
and in the moment which elapsed before a smart 
lady's-maid appeared, neither mother nor daughter 
spoke. 

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She had been on the point of saying * my daughter,* 
but had been really unable to bring out the word. 
The whole affair made her feel so queer — ^the girl's 
silence and * woodenness,' which was sullen rather 
than gauche, and her own embarrassment — a sen- 
sation strange to her. She had intended to carry 
off the ordeal with a light hand, but had failed to 
attain the relieving note of comedy she had re- 
hearsed. Was it going to be even worse than she 
had expected ? 

She sniffed at a bottle of smelling-salts. It was 
absurd, she felt, to be upset. Two thousand a year 
was worth a little unpleasantness. She would soon 
grow used to Rosabel. 

Her self-command had returned, and she was 
prepared once more to cope with the situation by 
the time someone knocked at the door. 

* Come in,' she said. 

Rosabel entered. She had removed her hat and 
jacket, and washed her face. Her short, ill-made 
skirt and thick-soled shoes looked curiously incon- 
gruous among the expensive fripperies of the London 
drawing-room, and the girl realized it, with her 
usual intuition, and her eyes clouded still more, and 
the comers of her mouth deepened. 

Mrs. Fairboume, sitting with her back to the 
light, smiled in faint amusement. 

* You need not knock at the sitting-room doors, 
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Rosabel crin^soned, perceiving that she had made 
her first mistake. 

* Come and sit beside me,' added Mrs. Fairboume, 
graciously indicating the vacant place on the 
couch. * Are you glad or sorry to leave the Angler's 
Inn?' 

Rosabel considered. 
' I never liked it very much.' 
' I suppose your aunt was grieved to part with 
you ?' 

* She said so.' 

* And you had an affection for her, no doubt ? 
You lived with her a great many years. I hope 
she was kind to you, and that you were comfortable 
on the whole ?' 

* Yes,' said Rosabel. 

* It's a pretty part of the country,' continued 
Mrs. Fairboume, in the pleasant, condescending tone 
which a woman who does not understand children 
uses to a strange child. * I thought the river was 
lovely. It was singular that my launch should have 
stopped so near, and that I should have come to the 
Angler's Inn without knowing that you were there ! 
I was surprised to find you such a big girl. I don't 
think I had realized that you were grown up. Let 
me see how old are you now ?' 

Rosabel turned a gaze both sullen and fierce on 
her mother. 

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* Of course ! But you do not look as much/ said 
Mrs. Fairboume. 

The girl's thick lashes drooped again. She began 
to pliat her dress, presenting no more of her face 
to her mother than the curve of a full peach-like 
cheek. 

^ Impossible,^ murmured Mrs. Fairboume with a 
shrug, under the cover of the opening door. * Here 
is the tea,' she said aloud. ^ I am sure you must 
want some after your journey.* 

Rosabel's expression just now had positively 
startled her. And she had given birth to this 
young savage i It was inconceivable. 

She poured out the tea. 

* Do you take sugar and cream, Rosabel ? Help 
yourself to cakes. To-morrow I must see about 
getting you some decent clothes. Do you like 
pretty things ?' 

' Yes,' said Rosabel. 

Her hand shook at that moment, so that she was 
afraid of spilling her tea, and her face flooded with 
colour once more. The simple question touched 
her thoughts curiously. She liked pretty things so 
much that she would even have liked this pretty 
thing who was her mother, and forgiven everything, 
if Mrs. Fairboume had only opened her arms and 
asked for her love. The woman's elegance and 
daintiness, the very perfume of violets which her 
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tion of the girl. Despite herself, she was attracted. 
But no appeal of the right kind was made. 

Rosabel averted her gaze. She would not look ; 
she would not allow herself to soften. A moment 
had passed which would never return. 

* Have you anything in the way of a dinner dress ?* 
asked Mrs. Fairboume. 

* I have a white silk blouse.' 

' It must do for to-night. I will get you a couple 
of ready-made gowns to go on with. I can't see 
you walking about like that. What do you usually 
do with your spare time, Rosabel ?' 

' I like reading.' 

* That is very fortunate. Perhaps you could find 
something to amuse you on that table over there 
while I write some letters ?' 

Amy Fairboume detested writing letters, but 
anything was better than trjdng to make conversa- 
tion for her daughter. She settled herself at her 
escritoire with a sigh of relief, and Rosabel made a 
selection from the latest volumes from the * Gros- 
venor,' and sat down as far from her mother as 
possible. 

But the girl could not read. Outwardly stolid, 
she was feverish within. While Mrs. Fairboume 
scribbled off her notes, she sat staring vacantly at 
the pages of * Lord Jim,' tuming over a leaf now 
and then to keep up the pretence of occupation. 
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round the room. She thought it was beautiful, 
and she was right. Mrs. Fairboume had exquisite 
taste ; she collected old china ; an eminent artist 
had helped her to choose the water-colours on the 
walls ; and Aylmer had sent her the basket of 
flowers which occupied a Chippendale table and 
perfumed the entire room. 

'And this,* thought Rosabel, 'is my mother's 
house, and this is my mother.* 

She had to say it to herself a great many times ; 
it seemed so impossible. She felt more of an alien 
at this moment than she had ever felt at the Angler's 
Inn. Perhaps the strangeness would wear off. 
At present she did not believe that she could grow 
used to it. She was afraid to move. 

When Mrs. Fairboume had used up all her arrears 
of correspondence, she rose from the table, smiled 
at Rosabel, and chose a book herself. In her set 
it was necessary to keep up with the Uterary output 
of the day, and to do so she had to utilize every 
spare moment. 

There was no interruption till seven. 

' Now I am going to dress,* she said. ' You need 
not go up for another half-hour unless you choose. 
Dinner is at eight.* 

She left Rosabel alone. 

The girl rose then. She had a sensation of being 
a mere visitor. She did not belong here. She was 
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thousand a year. Only that the amount of the bribe 
differed with the social position of the bribed, she 
stood exactly in the same relationship to her mother, 
she perceived, as she had stood to her aunt. Why, 
if nobody wanted her for herself, had she ever been 
bom ? 

She pressed her face against the window, and 
gazed with sombre eyes, to which tears were welling, 
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Mrs. Fairbourne was alone in the drawing-room 
when Alec Aylmer was shown in. 

* Thank goodness, you haven't disappointed me !' 
she cried dramatically. 

' It*s very kind of you.' 

' Not at all. I should welcome anyone to-night. 
I was afraid that you would meet with an accident^ 
or that your mother would send for you to Shrop- 
shire, or that there would be a black fog in June to 
keep you away. And then I should have had to 
dine all alone with Rosabel i' 

* Ah, Rosabel I* he said. * Then she has arrived ? 
How do you find her ?' 

* A perfect little clodhopper, as you might sup- 
pose. Not a morsel of conversation, answers in 
monosyllables when spoken to, and shuts up at a 
touch like a limpet on a rock.' 

* Perhaps you frighten her,' he suggested. 

^ If I do, I can't help it. I am sure I received her 
most amiably, and I have promised to take her out 
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fact. Where do you think this sort of people get their 
clothes? Is the finished article imported by the 
village shop, or do they buy remnants at a sale 
in the Edgware Road, and "make them up" at 
home ?' 

* I wonder,* said Aylmer, with an air of profundity. 
' Do you think Gough would know ?' 

' He would never admit that he didn't. He 
would put us off the scent by describing the exact 
fashion of skins in vogue in the Stone Age, and bring 
us down, vik Roman togas, to the ceremonial cos- 
tume of the Patagonian of to-day. By that time 
everyone would be tired, and the subject would be 
changed, and Gough's reputation for knowing 
everything saved. Oh, how is it that I can laugh ? 
My temper must be that of an angel. Just think 
how she will cut up a dinner-table — my dinner- 
table, which has always been above reproach.* 

* Can't she dine in the nursery when you have 
guests ?' 

* Now you are trying to be funny,' said Mrs. Fair- 
bourne severely. 

' Send her to school.' 

' At nineteen years of age ? Besides^ there's the 
old cat's will. I must have her with w^.' 

* Well, marry her.' 

' That isn't a bad idea, but it isn't so easy. Good 
God I that ever I should come to be a woman with 
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* She's not a bad-looking girl,* he said, leaning 
lazily against the mantelshelf, ' and there are plenty 
of boys about.* 

' Yes, but we're in the wrong set for that sort of 
thing — the most difficult of all. The young fellows 
we know are just beginning professions, and are on 
the look-out for money ; and the older men, whose 
positions are made, are already married, or else 
they want a brilliant woman who can entertain a 
dinner-table.' 

' I dare say you are right. But she will have 
money.' 

' When I die,' retorted Mrs. Fairboume. * Thank 
you, but I am not going to die before my time 
in order to give Rosabel a dower !' 

' She may be somebody's taste, nevertheless.' 

* You are too sanguine,' she moaned. ' It's 
no good a girl having decent features nowadays 
if she isn't bright. Only absolute beauty could 
overcome the disadvantages of her lack of 
manner.' 

* Lord Pentormel married Dolly Vere of the 
Empire ballet the other day.' 

' Oh, she had bad manners, which are better than 

none ! Besides, he was a lord. I am talking about 

mere men — men of intellect, the salt of the earth. 

Fancy any of us with Rosabel ! It will gain me a 

mortal enemy every time I choose her a partner for 
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The door opened at that moment, and Rosabel 
entered. 

Mrs. Fairboume and Ayhner left off talking, and 
gazed at her. 

The girl had put on the white silk blouse with her 
Sunday skirt. Once it had pleased her, but she 
had been told that her clothes were frightful, and 
could well believe it. That alone would have made 
her self-conscious and clumsy without the unex- 
pected appearance of Aylmer, and the silence and 
half-suppressed amusement which greeted her en- 
trance convincing her that she had been the subject 
of conversation. 

She grew red and sullen. 

' Come and be introduced to Mr. Aylmer,* said 
her mother. ' I think you have seen him before, 
Rosabel ?' 

Aylmer extended his hand, smiling. 

*Yes, we have certainly met before. Miss Car- 
penter I' 

' For goodness' sake, don't call her Miss Carpenter I' 

* I wouldn't dare to take the Hberty of calling her 
Rosabel.' 

* I give you leave,' said Mrs. Fairboume. ' I 
think I shall drop the Carpenter altogether, and 
call her Fairboume. Different names would only 
lead to confusion.' 

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' What will Miss Rosabel have to say to that ?' 

' Nothing, of course !' replied Mrs. Fairboume a 
trifle sharply. * Such matters are for me to decide.' 

He fotmd Amy Fairboume, in the r61e of 'mamma,* 
decidedly entertaining. She meant to have the 
upper hand, that was evident, and she would get 
it. The masteriy manner in which she always 
obtained her own way in social matters, secured the 
celebrities she wanted for her dinners and At Homes, 
defeated presumptuous rivals, and monopolized the 
attention of the best men in the room, had filled 
him with amused admiration many times. Now he 
was to have the pleasure of watching her skate, 
with her usual grace, across the thinnest of ice> 
dragging this imdesirable daughter behind her, and 
escaping — as he was sure she would escape — ^the 
dousing she deserved. 

Dinner was announced, and Aylmer offered his 
arm to his hostess. Rosabel followed them down- 
stairs. It made the girl feel more than ever an out- 
sider that her mother should have a guest to dinner 
on her first day. She was to be criticised by two 
pairs of eyes, it seemed, instead of one. Her mis- 
takes were to be witnessed by this man who was 
nothing to do with her. Already she disliked him, 
and his ill-timed presence gave her fresh food for 
resentment against her mother, who showed such 
lack of consideration for her natural strangeness in 
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The dinner itself did not minimize her discomfort 
It began with hors d^o^uvres, which she had never 
seen before, and she hesitated and reddened over 
caviare, prawns, and olives, and eventually declined 
all. The multitude of knives and forks on the 
table confused her, also the fact that certain dishes 
were handed roimd, and that she was expected to 
help herself instead of being served, as she had been 
accustomed to. Things were disguised, too, by 
strange sauces, and she did not know whether they 
were fish or flesh until she discovered, in an agony 
of humiliation, that she had taken the wrong knife 
and fork. 

Scarcely a remark was addressed to her through 
three courses. Mrs. Fairboume led the conversa- 
tion, and Aylmer made no attempt to break loose 
and draw out Rosabel, being as indifferent as most 
men of the world to the imdeveloped ingenue. So 
they talked over the girPs head, as though they 
were alone or she were a child, of people she did not 
know, places she had never seen, and things she did 
not understand. And reaUzing that she was being 
ignored, Rosabel grew more and more sullen. 

Her secret sensitiveness, which nobody had 
troubled to discern, received a final shock when, in 
attempting to cut the ice-cream pyramid presented 
to her, she shot a large piece on to the floor. It was 
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a joke. But to Rosabel the accident completed the 
revelation of her awkwardness and ignorance, and 
she seemed to hear her mother's voice as the blood 
rushed to her head : 

' What is your name ? You remind me of a 
servant I had once/ 

Yes, she was hopelessly common, ill-mannered, 
ill-bred. Everybody must see it. No doubt the 
dignified butler was smiling in his sleeve. 

Aylmer was smiling, at any rate, although he 
meant no more than good-natured reassurance. 

' Never mind, Rosabel,' said her mother. ' It 
doe^t matter.' 

Benson brought a large spoon and a plate, and 
scooped up the mess, and Rosabel's cheeks did not 
cool until the coffee and liqueurs diverted her atten- 
tion from herself. 

Mrs. Fairboume took a cigarette out of a silver 
box, which she passed to Aylmer, who also helped 
himself. He struck a light, and offered it to his 
hostess as a matter of course. 

Rosabel stared. She had never seen such a thing. 

' Do you smoke. Miss Rosabel ?' he asked. 

' No,' said Rosabel brusquely ; ' I shouldn't have 
been allowed to.' 

Mrs. Fairboume's thin, well-shaped lips curled. 
She exchanged glances with Aylmer, and they both 
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* Why ? Isn't it the fashion at the Angler's 
Inn?' 

A slow fire burned in the girl's eyes. She grew 
fierce and rude under the hated goad of ridicule ; 
she was like a wild animal newly trapped, and baited 
by the oppressors. 

* I thought it was only dnmken old Irish women 
who smoked !' she said. ' I never saw a lady 
do it !' 

' You have still a great deal to see — and to learn,' 
returned her mother quietly. ' Won't you try the 
Crime de Menthe, Mr. Aylmer ?' 

Rosabel longed to get up and rush from the room. 
She had disgraced herself thoroughly this time, and 
the ease with which her mother passed to another 
subject, and the man helped to cover the awkward 
moment, pointed still more plainly to her own in- 
feriority. Nevertheless, she had the consciousness 
of indirect provocation to support her. It was only 
an infinitesimal part of the great wrong which had 
been done to her from birth — ^a sprig of the tree 
which had been growing with her growth. 

When they went back to the drawing-room, she 
made no pretence of joining in the conversation, or 
even associating with her mother and her mother's 
guest. She sat apart, away from the carefully- 
shaded electric lights, glancing now and then at the 
pair who talked so lightly and so well. 
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and made a pretence of looking at the pictures. It 
was a relief when the dock struck ten, and her 
mother spoke over her shoulder to the girl. 

* I dare say you are tired, Rosabel ? You may 
go to bed if you like.' 

Rosabel got up slowly. She was wondering, in a 
flood of uneasiness, how she was expected to say 
good-night to her mother. 

Mrs. Fairboume solved the difficulty, which had 
not existed for her part. 

She nodded to her daughter, who had shaken 
hands with Aylmer and stood awkwardly waiting. 

* If you want anything, you can ring for Brace. 
Tell her at what hour you wish to be called in the 
morning. I never come down to breakfast. You 
can have yours when you please. Good-night, my 
dear.' 

She added something under her breath in French 
to Aylmer before the door closed, and Rosabel 
heard them laughing. 

The girl went up to bed with tingling cheeks and 
trembling lips, her eyes half blind. 

* I hate her I' she cried passionately. * I hate 
her I' 

It was true, but hatred was not the only emotion 
which tore at her heart. Mingled with it was a 
grudging admiration of her mother, a fierce jealousy 
of those attributes which lack of education had 
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ment or gesture of Mrs. Fairboume's, none of the 
evidence, so continuously given, of mental cul- 
ture, ready wit, and knowledge of the world, had 
escaped the notice of the girl who seemed to notice 
nothing. And as she imdressed slowly, she went 
over the incidents of the evening again and again, 
remembering, with strange distinctness, almost 
everything her mother had said, and how she had 
looked when she said it, and the tones of her 
voice ; and in contrast she drew a picture of 
herself, with a fantastic self-depreciation which 
was almost loathing — herself, awkward, silent, 
and sullen with conscious ignorance and injured 
pride — a lump of coal beside a diamond, a monster 
beside a fairy queen. 

She looked at her hands, which were always red, 
and the first finger roughened by much coarse 
needlework in the way of household mending ; at 
her waist thickened by the wearing of cheap corsets ; 
at the colour in her cheeks. She admired a tapering 
figure and long white fingers, and a colourless face, 
and carmine lips — ever)rthing, in fact, which seemed 
to her the archetype of refinement, and was her 
mother's, and not hers. Even her coarse under- 
clothes reproached her to-night. She could not 
pray. Whatever her faults might be, she was not a 
h3^ocrite, and would not return thanks when she 
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Rosabel did not know what to do with herself after 
breakfast in the morning. She was not used to 
having her time at her own disposal. The house 
was as silent at nine o'clock as though it were still 
the middle of the night, and there were only a few 
tradesmen's carts, and a footman taking a poodle 
for an airing, to be seen out of doors. 

Having examined the contents of the dining- 
room, she went to the drawing-room to find a 
book. There seemed to be only two reception- 
rooms in the tiny but perfect house, and it surprised 
her that a rich woman like her mother should care 
to live in such a small place. She supposed it was 
very expensive, however, as it was so near Hyde 
Park. 

She had grown tired of reading, and was wonder- 
ing if she might go out, when her mother 
entered. 

Mrs. Fairboume was all in black to-day. Her 
mourning had arrived, and her fair hair and white 
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exceedingly well, in fact, and being aware of it made 
her amiably disposed towards her daughter. 

' Good-morning, Rosabel. How did you sleep ? 
I got up early on purpose to do our shopping,' she 
continued, without waiting for an answer. ' As 
your great-aunt mentioned you in her will, you must 
wear black for a little while. I shall only remain in 
full mourning three months, and even less will do 
for you. It seems a great expense for a few weeks. 
You have had your breakfast ?* 

' Yes, thank you.* 

* At the end of July we shall be going to the 
country. You must have plenty of muslin and 
cotton frocks — ^nothing is prettier for a girl.* Mrs. 
Fairboume had been pondering, evidently, over 
Aylmer's suggestion to get Rosabel married. * I 
want you to look your best,' she added. ' Clothes 
and carriage — carriage is very important, Rosabel 
— make such a difference. What size shoes do you 
wear ?' 

' Fours.' 

* Not a very small foot,' mused her mother, ' but 
then you are a big girl. I must have your hands 
manicured. I was noticing them last night. Red 
hands and ill-kept nails are abominable.' 

Rosabel coloured. 

* I kept them as well as I could,' she said. * I had 
work to do.' 

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am not reproaching you. By the way' Mrs. 
Fairboume paused a moment, and then continued 
dehberately — * there is something I wish to say 
to you, Rosabel. I may have callers this after- 
noon. Certainly you will be meeting my friends 
soon. It is not necessary that you should mention 
your antecedents to everyone.' 
The girl raised her eyes questioningly. 

* I mean that you need not tell people where you 
have been Hving, and with whom. It will be suffi- 
cient to say, if you are asked, that you have been 
living with your father's people. You understand ?' 

* I'm not going to tell lies about it,' said Rosabel. 
' I didn't ask you to tell lies about it,' replied her 

mother sharply. * Only to say nothing at sJl. You 
ought not to find that very difficult !' 

The swift retort struck home. Rosabel's lids 
drooped, and the sulky mouth closed. 

There was silence. 

* I am going to put on my things,' added Mrs. 
Fairboume. * You had better do the same.' 

Her voice was smooth once more, but on her way 
upstairs she frowned, and for an instant there was 
a likeness, rarely discernible, between her and 
Rosabel. 

' I hope this girl is not going to spoil my temper,' 
she thought. ' There is nothing so ageing as ill- 
temper, and I really can't afford, at my time of 
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She looked in the glass anxiously when she 
reached her room, and passed a soothing finger over 
the skin at the comers of the eyes where crow's-feet 
come, and wiped away the furrow she had just made 
between her brows. 

' Rosabel scowls like a little devil. When she is 
my age, she will be a mass of lines and wrinkles. 
The lower classes never know how to educate their 
faces. She is very Uke her father — only not so 
good-looking. What a pity she isn't a beauty — 
a real, striking beauty, who might have made a sen- 
sation ! I should find it much easier to get on with 
her.' 

She deceived herself. If Rosabel had been 
brilUant enough to cast her into the shade, her 
indifference to the girl would have become dislike. 
Rosabel had the youth, but she did not know how 
to make the most of it. Although the woman 
would not admit it to herself, the foil this shy, 
awkward, heavy, and apparently stupid girl made 
to her own brightness and polish, filled her with a 
soothing sense of superiority, and took away some 
of the annoyance of having her daughter forced 
upon her. After all, the world was a pleasant place. 
Her pecuniary position was now comfortable, and 
she had had a note from Alec Aylmer by the morn- 
ing's post enclosing tickets for a concert which even 
mourning for an aunt did not prohibit, and asking 
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* It's so fortunate that he takes Rosabel pro- 
perly,' she mused. *Some men would hate the 
idea of a grown girl, especially a girl who is not 
quite the thing. Really, he is behaving very well, 
bless him I' 

She no longer thought of crow's-feet, and other 
horrible things of the kind. After trying on two 
new hats, she decided that the one with the 
ostrich feathers was the more becoming, and 
descended the stairs humming. Even the sight of 
Rosabel in a frightful straw with a blue bow in it 
— ^like a nursemaid's — and a skirt which dipped 
at the back, could not spoil her restored good- 
hiunour. 

The victoria waited. Lacquer, harness, and 
horses' coats glistened in the sun. 

Rosabel entered a carriage for the first time in her 
life. Her temperament was an unhappy one. Per- 
haps the cravings with which she was endowed, God 
knows why, would never be satisfied* Even this 
splendour did not make her happy. She experi- 
enced a throb of pride, it is true, but it was gloomy 
pride. The outward magnificence only made her 
more conscious of the inward poverty. Although 
she sat beside her mother, whose garments brushed 
her, they were as far apart as the poles, and loneU- 
ness to the young is misery. There was nothing in 
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was brooding over her own relationship to her 
mother, her mother was thinking of a thousand 
things in which she had no part. 

She would rather have been outside an omnibus 
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On reflection, Mrs. Fairboume suggested that 
Rosabel should remain upstairs dtiring calling hours 
until she was * fit to be seen.* The girl was willing 
enough. A dull sort of curiosity was her attitude 
towards this new world and its inhabitants. Under 
happier circumstances, she would have been eager 
to meet the people, on equal terms, whom she had 
only seen in the distance hitherto ; as she was 
situated, she was far too injured and forlorn to 
desire to make acquaintance with any of her mother's 
friends. If all the women were like Mrs. Fairboume, 
as smart and unfriendly, and all the men like Mr. 
Aylmer, they would scorn her, and she would hate 
them. 

As it happened, nobody came that afternoon, and 
her new clothes were delivered in the morning. 

It seemed to Rosabel a ridiculous pretence to 
wear black for a woman she had never seen. She 
was glad that she was going to be rich some day, 
because it would enable her to be free, and to choose 
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ment for the memory of Miss Dudgeon, who had 
shown as little consideration, during her lifetime, 
for her great-niece's welfare as Mrs. Fairboume 
herself. 

A remark on the subject, inspired by the sight of 
the new dresses, was the first voluntary one that 
Rosabel had uttered since her arrival at Great 
Cmnberland Place. 

' Why,* she asked suddenly, * do you think Aunt 
EUza left me her money V 

' Oh, to annoy me, of course !* rephed Mrs. Fair- 
boume thoughtlessly. ' She couldn't take it with 
her, and she was bound by nature to keep it in the 
family, so she made herself as disagreeable about it 
as she could.' 

* Then she didn't Hke you ?' said Rosabel. * I 
see.' 

* Not that I mind your having it after me,' added 
Mrs. Fairboume. * It was the tying it up and 
treating me Uke a child which annoyed me. Pro- 
bably I should have left the property to you in any 
case.' 

' Would you ?' asked Rosabel. 

She looked so surprised that Mrs. Fairboume 
actually coloured. Then she bit her Up, and grew 
angry. It was absurd that this brat should have 
the power to sting her. 

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and the consciousness that she was no longer ridi- 
culous caused her to hold herself better, and to 
lose the clumsiness which had marred her before. 
But she lacked distinction still — she was only a 
good-looking girl ; and Mrs. Fairboume, who had 
regarded her with brief anxiety, smiled approval. 
Their styles were so different that they could never 
clash. 

* That is much better, Rosabel. But you don't 
know how to do your hair. My maid must show 
you.' 

It was her At Home day, and at a quarter to five 
the callers began to arrive. 

Amy Fairboume was always at her best when she 
had to carry ofE an awkward situation. Difficulties 
called forth all her courage and tact, and, apparently 
serene, she took the hedge before her with a flying 
leap. 

* Let me introduce to you my daughter Rosabel,* 
she said. 

* Your — ^your what ?^ gasped the lady addressed. 

* My daughter,* repeated Mrs. Fairboume sweetly. 
* Didn't you know I had a daughter ?' 

* N — ^no,' said the other woman, putting up a 
pince-nez, and extending her disengaged hand to 
Rosabel. * She is quite a big girl, too ! How do 
you do, my dear ? I suppose you have been at 
school abroad ?* 

* No,' said Rosabel shortly. 

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Mrs. Fairboume intervened with her light, un- 
embarrassed laugh. • 

* Her father's people have had her,' she said. * It 
was an old arrangement. I promised poor George, 
you know, before I married him. He was so jealous. 
But now, of course, that her education is finished, 
and there is no longer any reason why she shouldn't 
be with me ' 

* I hadn't the least idea,' murmured the friend. 
* How queer of you. Amy !' 

* Why ? Because I didn't bore you about her ? 
Who cares for other people's children ! Do you 
think she is Uke me ?' 

She put an arm, as she spoke, round her daughter's 
waist. Rosabel did not make the sUghtest response ; 
only her eyes plainly expressed her contempt of 
this little comedy on her mother's part. 

* I don't think she is at all Uke you,' replied the 
friend. She laughed. * But I'll take your word 
for her ! Good-looking,' she added ha an aside to 
Mrs. Fairboume. 

* You think so ? I am glad !' 

* And I suppose you are very pleased to be with 
your mother, my dear ?' 

Rosabel's lips opened and shut. She looked 
at the carpet, and murmured an inarticulate 
response. 

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* Of course she will prefer London to the country 
— girls always do. And it will be good for her. 
She has Uved too quietly. Rosabel, take Mrs. 
Ivor's cup.' 

The way she dismissed the girl was rather clever, 
and Rosabel, equally glad to be dismissed, stole 
out of the room. 

Nevertheless, the astonishing fact passed from 
one batch of callers to another throughout the 
afternoon. Mrs. Fairboume's replies were always 
easy, and adroitly vague. But after everyone 
had gone she remained thoughtful, and not in the 
best of tempers. - 

It had struck her for the first time that Rosabel 
was not only heavy and sullen, but antagonistic. 
She stiffened under the caresses bestowed upon 
her as though displeased ; it had been noticeable^ 
in fact. What would people think ? And it was 
advisable that they should think about her as little 
as possible. 

When mother and daughter met again, in the ten 
minutes before dinner, Mrs. Fairboume had a 
question cut and dried. 

* Rosabel,' she said, * why do you never call me 
mother ?' 

Rosabel cast down her long lashes, and remained 
silent. 

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* Naturally, I do not wish you to be peculiar. I 
should have thought so simple a matter required 
no instructions on my part. There is another 
matter. Why didn't you answer Mrs. Ivor properly ? 
Of course, ever5rthing is strange to you, and you 
feel out of place ; I can understand that. But you 
must try not to behave like a savage.* 

* I suppose I aw a savage,' replied Rosabel 
gloomily. 

* I hope you are not ill-tempered as well !* 

* I shouldn't wonder.' 

To her surprise her mother began to laugh. 
The girl's morose voice and candid admissions 
were funny. 

'Well,' added Mrs. Fairboume with restored 
amiability, *you must do your best. You'll get 
used to everything presently. I don't want people 
to dislike you. To-morrow, for instance, Mr. 
Aylmer has invited us to lunch with him at a 
restaurant, so I hope that you will be very nice.' 

* He has invited me ?* 

* Yes ; both of us.' 
' Must I go ?' 

* Don't you want to ?' 

*No.' Rosabel was emphatic on that point. 
* He doesn't want me,' she added. ' He has only 
asked me on your accotmt.' 

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* I don't want him to be '' kind '* to me.* 

Mrs. Fairboume shrugged her shoulders, not 
ill-pleased. 

* Very well, stay at home if you like. I will 
make an excuse for you.* 

She would have Aylmer to herself, which would 
be much more agreeable. Perhaps — ^who knows ? — ^a 
few glasses of champagne would heat his over-cool 
head, and bring him to the point. 

She hoped that Rosabel would grow less difficult 
as the strangeness wore off. It had not occurred 
to her that the girl would be abnormal, less pliable 
than other girls. But before a fortnight had 
passed she reaUzed unpleasantly that Rosabel was 
as set in some ways as a woman of thirty. Her 
attitude of the first few days was maintained, 
and maintained unfalteringly. She scarcely spoke 
to anyone, and rarely laughed or even smiled. 
Whenever it was possible she kept out of the way, 
and if the mother ventured upon a touch of playful 
affection before company, the daughter*s coldness was 
palpable to all. Rosabel had a savage indifference to 
appearances indeed, and there were moments when 
the woman, who cared more about this world than 
the next, detested her. This state of things was 
not conducive to amenities in private, when Mrs. 
Fairboume could safely vent her pent-up irritation, 
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Mrs. Fairbourae was torn, indeed, between desire 
to indulge Rosabel's fancy to be let alone, and fear 
that the policy of her inclination would destroy 
the girl's chances of marriage. And if she did not 
marry they would have to go on living together 
indefinitely, a prospect which filled Mrs. Fairboume 
with unmitigated horror. She had already given 
up the attempt to make the best of Rosabel's 
society. It was obviously waste of time. 

' Has she no feeling at all, or is it only that she is 
quite stupid ?' she asked Aylmer. * She looks at 
me sometimes as though I were talking to her in a 
foreign tongue.' 

* Oh, you will get on better by-and-by,' he said 
soothingly. * She is not used to a mother, and 
you are not used to a daughter, and she has 
been badly brought up. It might have been 
worse.' 

* Impossible I' she declared with conviction. 

* She might have sworn at you in dialect I' 
Mrs. Fairboume shuddered. 

* What a horrible imagination you have !' 

* And been forward instead of shy.' 

* I wouldn't mind her being shy if she were not 
sulky as well. I might be her worst enemy when 
I suggest to her that she is making a fool of herself. 
I believe she hates me.' 

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insisted. * I should not have expected anything 
else. Affection cannot be created full grown 
between two human beings just because they 
happen to be parent and child. We are as much 
strangers to each other as if I had picked her up 
in the street.' 

* Certainly you must find her a husband,' he 
said. 

* If you were a true friend you would help me.* 

' I have an Australian cousin just over. How 
would he do ?* 

* Oh, the very thing !' she cried. * An Australian 
cousin might find her exactly the type he admired. 
Any money ?' 

* Enough, I think.' 

* Do bring him, there's a good fellow I I'll make 
a dinner — a. little private family sort of dinner, 
you know, with no outsiders to distract his atten- 
tion.' 

He laughed. 

* Really ?' 

* Could I joke on a topic as serious as Rosabel ?' 
she asked reproachfully. * I reckon on you.' 

'Then I'll bring him to see you to-morrow 
afternoon if he hasn't an engagement.' 

* You might tell him beforehand,' she suggested, 
with an air of affected cmming, * about the fifty 
thousand pounds !' 

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his cousin to call at Great Cumberland Place. 
The cousin's name was Bellamy, and he was rather 
a good-looking fellow, big and raw, and conven- 
tionally colonial, with a sunburnt throat emerging 
from a turned-down collar and a brown beard, 
which he tugged nervously at embarrassed moments. 
No contrast could have been greater than that 
between him and Aylmer. 

Mrs. Fairboume smiled when they were intro- 
duced. 

* So charming of you to come and see me, Mr. 
Bellamy I' she said. * I am in mourning at present, 
and cut ofE from the world, so I am more than 
ever dependent upon the kindness of my friends. 
Where is Rosabel ?* 

Aylmer rang, and Rosabel was summoned. 

It was an amusing fact that the Australian 
seemed to take a fancy to the girl, though she spoke 
very little, as usual. The mother's perfect manner 
frightened him, no doubt; with the daughter he 
felt more at ease. His clumsy attempts to draw 
Rosabel into conversation entertained Mrs. Fair- 
boume and Aylmer hugely, and in the spirit of 
hilarity which had procured his introduction they 
talked to each other, and gave the partfs budding 
indination every chance. 

He was telling Rosabel about his hfe in Australia, 
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the horse-riding might be attractive, and he 
longed, with eagerness, to see her out there some 
day. 

Then it was time to go ; imf ortunately, he had 
an appointment with a friend. 

* I was just saying to your cousin that I hoped 
you would both come and dine with us,' said Mrs. 
Fairboume, as the big Australian took his leave 
of her. * Are you free on Saturday ? It will not 
be a party, as we are in mourning — just a few 
intimate friends.* 

Bellamy was delighted, and said so. The cousins 
went away together. 

* Mr. Bellamy seems to be rather a nice man,* 
observed Mrs. Fairboume lightly. * You got on 
very well, didn't you, Rosabel ?' 

' I couldn*t help listening if he wotdd talk,' said 
Rosabel. 
This was unpromising. 
' Don*t you like him ?* 

* I don't like or dislike him,' replied Rosabel 
impatiently. 

Nevertheless, Mrs. Fairboume placed her guests 
carefully on Saturday — they were just half a dozen — 
and sent Rosabel down to dinner with Bellamy. 
Aylmer and herself made four, and the other two 
consisted of a fashionable lady novelist who was 
as brilliant in conversation as on paper, and a smart 
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herself and Aylmer, would talk without stopping 
all through dinner, and Rosabel and Bellamy would 
be obUged to entertain each other. Jt would be 
amusing if something really came of the joke. 
She attached no importance to Rosabel's paraded 
indifference. There are girls who are ashamed of 
admitting a preference for any man. If only this 
man would marry her, and take her back to Australia 
with him I In the lull she heard his voice. 

' Then you never saw your mother till lately ? 
Where did your aunt live ?* 

' At a little hotel near the Thames, in Bucking- 
hamshire, called the Angler's Inn.* 

Mrs. Fairboume's white teeth gleamed in a hor- 
rible smile. The lady novelist was still talking 
on the other side of her, so Rosabel and Bellamy 
did not notice that they were being observed. 

* What made her choose such a funny place ?' 
asked the Australian, naturally bewildered. 

' She earned her living there,' said Rosabel, 
quite calm. * She kept it, you know. I helped Her. 
I used to wait on the coffee-room.' 

* You I' he stammered. ' But your mother — 
Mrs. Fairboume ' 

She intervened promptly. 

* Who is taking my name in vain ? Mr. Bellamy, 
you have no wine. Do look after yourself. This 
is Liberty Hall, you know.' 

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Great Cumberland Place was always carefully 
ordered, and the freedom of speech exactly the 
tone of the moment, but for once no sensible im- 
promptu had sprung to her Ups. 

She looked a reprimand at Rosabel, and for the 
remainder of the dinner monopolized Bellamy 
herself, recalling all she had ever heard of Australia, 
and inventing friends at Sydney and Melbourne 
to amuse him. And she succeeded so well in sinking 
to his level that he began to think her charming 
in spite of the extraordinary revelations of her 
daughter. 

Certainly, the control she had over her temper 
was wonderful, and even Aylmer, who thought he 
knew her, did not see what a rage she was in imtil 
the others were gone. 

As usual, he was the lingerer. They had an 
appointment to make, and she could always find 
something to say at the last moment in order to 
detain him, and impart to their intercourse that 
touch of superior intimacy which is flattering to 
man. 

On this occasion she was not thinking of him. 
Her self-control had deserted her for once. Directly 
the door closed on the lady novelist, she turned to 
Rosabel with lightning in her eyes. 

' What did you mean,* she demanded, * by speak- 
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* In what way ?* asked Rosabel. 

' You understand me very well ; don*t be a hypo- 
crite I What did you mean by telling him over 
dinner, before everybody, all about your aunt, 
the publican's wife, and the Angler's Inn ?* 
: * I didn't tell him anything that wasn't true.' 

'That is not the question. I forbade you to 
mention your past to anyone.' 

Rosabel looked up, her face dark with anger. 

* I didn't promise not to,' she said. * I never 
begin to talk about it. But he asked me.' 

* You could have put him ofE easily. You 
wished to tell him, that is the fact of the matter. 
I have tried to believe several times that your 
behaviour was mere stupidity, but it becomes 
quite plain that it is malice as well. You seem 
to take a delight in disgracing me.' 

Rosabel drew on the carpet with the point of 
her shoe. A rude answer would have exasperated 
her mother less. This habit she had of seeking 
refuge in silence tried Mrs. Fairboume's temper 
beyond endurance. 

' I can assure you,' she continued, ' that you 
need not take so much trouble. Your ordinary 
manners are quite sufficient to show people how 
ignorant and ill-bred you are.' 

Still Rosabel did not answer. 

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not think this evening that she was obtuse. 
Perhaps he had never watched her as closely before. 
He began to feel sorry for her. If she cared it 
was hard that her mother should scold her before 
him. She was not a child. Amy grated on him 
for once, although she had excuse, apparently, for 
annoyance. 

' I should have thought that the least you could 
do was to make the best of yourself,' added Mrs. 
Fairboume, * but I suppose you don't know the 
meaning of decency. You are your father's 
daughter, my dear.' 

* Don't,' said Aylmer softly. 

She looked at him in surprise. Her colour 
rose. 

* Oh, forgive me,' she said, resuming her normal 
manner with an effort, * for boring you with my 
domestic afflictions. You do so hate "words," 
don't you ?' 

* I must be going,' he replied. 

' Must you ?' She was a httle imcertain of 
him. He was actually serious. It did not make 
her feel better disposed towards Rosabel. But 
her voice grew assured once more. ' When shall 
I see you again ?' 

' I'll look in soon. Good-night, Rosabel,' he 
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since he dropped that single word of expostula- 
tion. 

He pressed her hand slightly. 

The girl, who had grown pale under the lash of 
her mother's tongue, turned very red, and her lips 
quivered for the first time. She bit them sharply^ 
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It always pleases a man to discover that he is better- 
natured than he had supposed. This may have 
accomited for the fact that Aylmer thought a 
great deal about Rosabel over his final whisky- 
and-spda and cigarette that night. Or his interest 
may have been awakened by signs of an imexpected 
sensitiveness in the daughter caused by an equally 
unexpected shrewishness in the mother. ^ 

Yes, * shrewishness ' was the word his mind used. 
Amy Fairboume's tongue was alwa3rs a little 
barbed. A woman who has to live up to a repu- 
tation for smartness is boimd to be spiteful 
sometimes. But to-night her rapier had become 
a cudgel. 

* Not vulgar,* he mused. ' No, it would be harsh 
to say " vulgar." A little brutal, perhaps. After 
all, the girl must feel something. Why does she 
never answer back ?' 

One kind of * yoimg person ' would have had an 
impertinent retort for every gibe. And another 
kind of ' young person,' being tongue-tied by anger, 

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or fright, or both, would have burst into tears, and 
flounced out of the room. 

Rosabel, having stood her ground in silence, 
must therefore be a somewhat unusual young 
person, who was less a t}^ than an individual. 
She had characteristics, if they were only those of a 
feather-bed which may be shaken up by every 
strong pair of arms. Could it be possible that she 
was worth studying ? 

His reflections did not spoil his night's rest. 
He was not so deeply in love with the fair widow 
that the discovery of a flaw in her temper should 
cause him pangs. His sentiment was rather of 
that moonlight order which fails to distinguish 
between gratitude for a good dinner and a pretty 
woman's preference, and those warmer S3anptoms 
of the grand passion. Usually he liked her very 
much, and for five minutes this evening he had 
not liked her very much — that was all. So he slept 
without dreaming, and woke at his usual hour in 
the morning with no nasty taste in his mouth of 
either dissipation or disappointment overnight. 

But that afternoon, when a stroll in the Park 
brought him to the Marble Arch about five o'clock 
he thought he would look in at Great Cumberland 
Place to see how the domestic storm had ended. 

It was a disappointment when his query at the 
door brought the wrong reply. 

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* And Miss — er — ^Fairbourne ?' he asked, almost 
to his own surprise. 

* Miss Fairbonme is in, sir.' 

Ayhner went up. How many times had he 
ascended and descended that staircase, with its 
moss-green carpet, and white walls adorned by old 
prints which there was not light enough to see ! 
On this occasion his usual impassiveness was a 
little shaken. There was unfamiliarity about the 
mere familiarity of things. Why had he asked for 
Rosabel ? Did he really care whether mother and 
daughter had made it up or not ? He was inclined 
to retreat. 

Still he continued — out of sheer indecision, and 
inability to excuse himself to Benson, on whose 
countenance he had already detected a gleam of 
curiosity. 

Rosabel was at the window reading when he was 
announced. 

* How do you do ?' she said. * Mother is out. 
Didn't Benson tell you ?' 

* Yes. I thought I would come up and see you.' 

* Why ?' asked the girl bluntly. * Do you want 
me to give her a message ?' 

' No. I just came to see how you were.' 
She stared at him in grave surprise, evidently 
finding his conduct strange. 

* Shan't we sit down ?' he asked^ dropping lazily 
into a deep chair. * I must say you aire not very 

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hospitable, Rosabel ! I believe youM rather I went 
away f* 

*N — ^no,' she said. Her cheeks reddened, and 
her long lashes drooped. She fidgeted with her 
book. 

* What are you reading ?* 
' " In the Cage." ' 

' Do you like it V 

* I think it's a lot of talk about nothing.* 
He was amused. 

* What sort of books do you like ?' 

' I used to read the Family Trumpet and the 
Weekly Magazine. I think they're good stories.' 
She looked up with a challenge in her eyes, and 
enunciated slowly and deliberately : * Mother says 
they are vulgar trash, and only fit for kitchen- 
maids, and that I am not to read them.' 

* Do you like Charles Dickens ?' 

* Charles Dickens ?' she repeated. ^ He wrote 
** Vanity Fair," didn't he ?' 

There was a pause. Conversatiou was difl&cult. 
Nevertheless, he had the impression that she was 
favourably disposed towards him this afternoon, 
which encouraged him to persevere- 

* Has your mother said any more to you ?' he 
asked in a low tone. 

*No.' She flashed him a brief, vivid glance. 
* It was nice of you to say " Don't." ' 
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* I thought about it afterwards/ she told him. 
His doubts were all at rest. She 'thought 

about ' things ' afterwards.' Then she was not a 
feather-bed. He was inspired with renewed energy. 

* Did you care ?* he queried, curious. * About 
your mother, I mean ?' 

* No. At least, I shouldn't have if you hadn't 
been there,' she said honestly. * Why should I ?' 

' You ought to care what your mother says.' 
' My mother 1' she repeated. ' My mother !' 
She laughed. 

* And surely she had cause to be angry ?' 

' Do you think so ?' asked Rosabel. * Why should 
she be angry at having something talked about that 
she wasn't ashamed to do ?' 

Her tone was a revelation to him. He seemed 
to be seeing her for the first time. The torpid, 
sullen child had disappeared. This was a woman, 
and a woman who could think and feel. 

* Then you did tell my cousin on purpose ?' 

* I shouldn't have said anything if he hadn't 
asked. But I am glad he asked, and glad she heard, 
and glad she didn't like it. I'd do it again I' She 
choked. ' Suppose I have got the tastes of a kitchen- 
maid ; suppose I am ignorant and stupid and ill-bred ! 
What else did she expect ? If she doesn't like my 
manners, she has only herself to thank for them. 
I am what she has made me.' 

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* You saw where I was, and what I was t Life 
in a public-house doesn't usually turn out perfect 
ladies, does it ? Why did she leave me there ?* 

The girl's voice, sarcastic and poignant, sent a 
thrill down Aylmer's spine. 

* I couldn't help it if my father was a groom. 
She chose him, I didn't. And whatever he was, 
he must have been better^ I think, than she is. If 
/ had a child I wouldn't desert it. She's got more 
to be ashamed of than I have !' 

* But she is doing her best for you now.' 
Rosabel snorted. 

* Because she can't help herself, that's all. She 
wants the two thousand a year. Otherwise, I 
might have stopped at the Angler's Inn all my life.' 

Everything she said was true, but it was so 
remarkable and so interesting that she should see it ! 

* You are bitter. It's a mistake.' He shook 
his head. * You'll never get on if you start with 
such prejudices.' 

* I don't care.' 

* Why not let bygones be bygones ?' 

Her eyes wandered from his face to the window. 

^ I used to sit,' she said darkly, ' and think and 
think. When I waited on the customers I was 
thinking. I thought most of all that day she came 
to the inn. She's very pretty and elegant and 
clever, isn't she ? Such a lady !' 

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* I admire her immensely,' said Rosabel. * I 
don*t know anybody I've seen that I admire so 
much.* 

He stared at her profile. 

* And yet you are doing your best to make her 
unhappy.' 

* Oh^ she won't be unhappy on my account,' 
said Rosabel, with the brutaJ frankness which had 
succeeded to her long reserve. * I am no more than 
the dirt under her feet.' 

* I saw her kiss you the other day.' 

*Yes, before company.' She frowned in quick 
irritation, and clenched her hands. * I won't have 
it !' she said. * She shan't touch me. I don't want 
her kisses. I'll never, never have them !' 

* Even if they were given — ^not before company ?' 
*No. It's too late. She'd only be trying to 

make herself comfortable.' 

She had become as lucid as crystal. He seemed 
to see right through her head. 

* And you won't help her ?' 

* She's being paid well. That is enough — ^too 
much.' 

* Do you know, I hadn't an idea that you were 
taking everything so seriously ?' 

*I don't talk about it as a rule. What's the 
good ? I've never told anybody before. I don't 
know why I've told you, except that you were 
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regarded him defiantly. * I dare say you think Vm 
funny ?* 
' No,' said Ayhner. 

* If you repeat anything to her, I'll — I'll hate 
you ! She'd think I minded. And fV's too late.* 

'*' I shall regard our conversation as confidential.' 
' You're great friends with her, aren't you ?' 
' Yes, rather.' 

* Of course, I can understand it,' said Rosabel. 
*' I should think she was a most fascinating woman 
— to stra,ngers, I mean — to men.' 

He did not reply, and a moment elapsed before 
he spoke again. 

' Why are you usually so silent ?' 

* I've nothing to say. I don't know anything.' 

' Very few girls do know anything. A girl isn't 
expected to be a witty woman of the world.' 

* Nobody cares about me, or wants to listen to 
me.' 

* I think you are wrong,' he said deliberately. 

* My cousin liked you !' 

* He comes from a village in Australia where 
there aren't any women.' Her voice was distinctly 
contemptuous. * I know what I am,' she added. 

* I've no illusions.' 

' You have illusions, I think. One of them is 
that your mother has the monopoly of feminine 
beauty and attraction. You are good-looking too.' 

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a gleam of reluctant pleasure lighted her face. 
* But I have no elegance, no manner,* she added 
gloomUy. *She is so distinguished. One would 
notice her in a crowd.* 

* You are better-looking than your mother.* 

* Oh, how can you say so !* Rosabel was actually 
angry. ' You are only trying to be kind again.* 

* And you have what no amount of style can 
give back to a woman — youth. So you need not 
complain.* 

She was still in a glow despite her protestations, 
and her lowered lashes fluttered, and the comers 
of her lips quivered. 

' I think I must go now,* said Aylmer. He rose, 
picking up his stick, and she rose too. ' I am glad 
we have had this talk,* he added. * But I wish 
you would forget your grievances, for your own 
gake, and try to be happy.* 

' I shall never be happy,* said the girl. 

* Why not ? What an idea !' 

* Happiness has to come from the inside. I 
haven't got the temperament. I was brought up 
in a way I didn't like. And now I'm too old to 
change.' 

* At nineteen ! My dear child, the whole of your 
life is before you !' 

* But I'm made,' she said. * I can't be made over 
again. I've got to be just m3^self. Will you laugh 
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* How suspicious you are !' he said. * I am 
flattered that you should have trusted me. I want 
you to regard me as a friend. Will you ? Talk 
again another day, whenever you like.* 

* Yes, thank you.* 

' Good-bye, Rosabel.' 

They exchanged the hand-clasp of confidence. 
She moved towards the door with him. 
' I haven't offered you any tea.* 

* Never mind. I don't care for it.' 

He nodded again, smiling, handsome, urbane, and 
went his way. 

' I wonder if he'll tell her ?' mused Rosabel, 
biting her lips. * I wish I hadn't said ans^thing. 
Why did I ?' 

Aylmer left the house meditatively. An experi- 
ence, which was the last he had looked for, had 
infused a little unwonted heat into his veins. His 
was usually regarded as a rather cold and deliberate 
nature. He was not really cold, only it was so 
rarely worth while getting warm. 

His reflections were involved, and he had a 
peculiar reluctance to pursue them far. But he 
was obliged to admit sympathy for Rosabel, and 
sympathy for Rosabel brought him once more face 
to face with the inverse problem of her mother. 
Amy had behaved badly. There was no doubt 
about it. And the girl was painfully awake to it, 
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wonderfully. She was even taking. Her anger 
was like the elements — ^violent, natural, and unre- 
strained ; a primitive force in an artificial environ- 
ment. Aylmer felt as though a thunder-shower 
had relieved the oppression of a muggy night. 
She was refreshing, that was it — ^refreshing and new. 

He threw back his shoulders, and drew a deep 
breath. The thunder-shower simile had had almost 
a physical effect upon him, so closely is a man's body 
allied to his mind. 

A victoria passed him at that moment, sweeping 
out of the Park, and he caught sight of well-known 
liveries, a fluffy sunshade, and a white face framed 
in gold. 

He frowned more than was warranted by the sun- 
light in his eyes. 

' She is older than I thought,' he mused. * With 
a daughter of nineteen, she can scarcely be less 
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* Is that Mr. Aylmer ?* asked Mrs. Fairboume. 

She and Rosabel were walking down Bond Street, 
a couple of da5rs later, behuid a pair of familiar 
broad shoulders. 

^ I think so,' said Rosabel. 

She knew, so did her mother. But while Mrs. 
Fairboume was more than willing to overtake him, 
Rosabel shirked the meeting. Her reserved nature 
was shocked every time she recalled the burst of 
confidence to which she had treated him, and her 
cheeks grew hot over the mere memory of it a dozen 
times a day. She was sure that she had made her- 
self ridiculous. He had restrained his amusement 
merely because he was polite. She despised herself 
for being so easily bought by a word of kindness. 
He belonged to the opposition — ^to her mother's 
party ; he was the archetype of that class which 
made allusions and innuendoes she could not follow, 
and laughed at jokes she could not understand. It 
was absurd of her to have forgotten it. 

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against her. He lingered to look at a shop-window, 
and her mother would not pass him. 

Rosabel hmig back while he greeted Mrs. Fair- 
bourne ; then he turned to her with a new sympathy. 

* And how is Rosabel to-day ?' 

* I am so sorry I was out when you called the 
other afternoon,' said Mrs. Fairboume, without 
giving Rosabel time to speak. ^ You should have 
waited.* 

* I stayed a little while. Rosabel entertained 
me.' 

The woman laughed rather cruelly. 

* I am afraid you must have found it even more 
fatiguing than whist with your grandfather ! Oh, 
you needn't exert yourself to say anything pretty ! 
Rosabel doesn't care !' 

Didn't she ? He glanced at the girl, and differed 
from her mother. 

* How unkind you are !' he said dexterously. 
* You tell me, in as many words, that Rosabel con- 
siders my opinion of no consequence whatever.' 
He smiled. * All the same, I will return good for 
evil. Will both you ladies take tea with me ?' 

* Of course we will.' 

' Over the way ?' he queried. * The latest, I 
believe — a Dutch interior, with the countesses, who 
condescend to wait upon one, in real Dutch cos- 
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a smart young man of their acquaintance, who was 
invited by AyUncr to join them. Under cover of 
the conversation between him and Mrs. Fairboume, 
Ayhner spoke to Rosabel. 

' Well, how are you getting on ?' he asked. * I 
suppose you haven't seen or heard anything of my 
cousin ? He has just bqught a motor. I met him 
last night, full of the enthusiasm of the proselyte. 
He wants to know if you and your mother would 
like to take a run down to Folkestone from Saturday 
till Monday ?' 

* IVe never been in a motor,' said Rosabel. 

She thawed, and her eyes sparkled a little. She 
was young, after all ; she could not always be 
brooding over her grievances. 

* Then I may tell him that a formal invitation 
would be regarded kindly ?' 

* I don't know/ she said. ' You'd better ask 
mother. Would you come, too ?' 

* Probably.' 

He mentioned the matter to Mrs. Fairboume at 
once, and it pleased her. A letter from Bellamy 
the same evening won a gracious acceptance from 
the lady, and Saturday morning being fine, found 
them all en route for Folkestone. 

For once Rosabel was in good spirits. As they 
were supposed to be in mourning, the girl had really 
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dinners and luncheons her mother had given had 
been merely sources of accentuated dulness, bitter- 
ness, and repining to Rosabel, who had found herself 
to be the only outsider in a brilliant set. On each 
occasion she had been more or less neglected, and 
suffered an agony of mortification, and shed tears 
in private when the guests were gone. And Mrs. 
Fairboume, having given her intimate friends a 
hint that they need not ask her daiightjer when no 
other quite young people were expected, Rosabel's 
amusements had been confined to a few afternoon 
calls, a concert, and a picture-gallery. 

To-day's excursion was something fresh and 
welcome, and although Rosabel would not admit 
to herself that it was possible to feel light-hearted, 
something very Uke exhilaration sent the blood to 
her round cheeks, and brightened her eyes at the 
sharp contact of the air. 

Mrs. Fairboume and Aylmer occupied the front 
double seat behind the chauffeur ; Rosabel sat 
beside Bellamy in the back one. He was making 
violent efforts to be civil to her, and gave her to 
understand by-and-by that the little week-end 
party had been organized especially on her account. 
This surprised Rosabel, and glancing at him to see 
if he could be in earnest, she discovered his eyes 
fixed upon her face with an expression only to be 
described as ' moony,' and understood therefrom 
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Why should her thoughts have reverted to her 
aunt and the Angler's Inn at this moment ? She 
might have been standing in the bar parlour while 
Mrs. Collins, plump arms akimbo, gossiped with a 
friend from the village. 

* So What's-his-name is taking a fancy to So-and- 
so. What a good thing for the girl V 

The very smell of the beer was in her nostrils. 

She emerged from a dream. The unconscious 
Bellamy was calling her attention to a wayside farm 
which reminded him, he said, of his place at home. 

She surveyed him broodingly, unabashed ; Rosa- 
bel was only shy when she found herself inferior to 
her company. She noted his blunt features more 
particularly than she had ever done before, his 
broad yet rounded shoulders, the display of bronzed 
bull-like throat, the clothes which seemed remini- 
scent of the Antipodes because he wore them, 
although they had been cut by a good tailor in 
London. The man was homdy in manner and 
speech; that was what made her think of the 
Angler's Inn. He would not have been out of place 
talking to her aunt between draughts of beer, in the 
slurring burr of the countryman. 

On that look of his her imagination had already 
forged ahead, in the way of girls, to the possible con- 
clusion. She was alive to the advantages of marry- 
ing him. He would take her away from her mother, 
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ring, and it would be pleasant to be loved and to 
begin a new life in a new world where the majority 
of people were no better educated than herself. 

Nevertheless, she did not contemplate him seri- 
ously. Something told her that her mind, though 
untrained, was superior to his — ^not cleverer, perhaps 
— ^finer. She had already seen enough of him to 
know that she could appreciate subtleties of con- 
science and conduct invisible to him. Probably 
she stood alone — ^below the class which at once 
attracted and scorched her with the unconscious 
cruelty of the candle to the moth, deprived, by 
secret pride, of the only companionship she was 
likely to obtain. She did not feel flattered by his 
attentions, and discouraged them. 

They had lunch on the road, and arrived at Folke- 
stone in time for tea. 

It was Rosabel's first experience of a large 
fashionable hotel, and she liked to watch the 
people and listen to the orchestra ; but she wanted 
to go out, too, and look at the sea^ which she had 
not seen since she spent a fortnight at Margate 
three years ago. 

After tea they went for a stroll, and Aylmer 
changed off with his cousin and joined Rosabel. 

'Is this your first visit to Folkestone, made- 
moiselle ?' 

' Tes. Doesn't it smell fresh ?' said Rosabel, 
sniffing the salt air. 

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' As fresh as you look,* he replied. 

In fact, she looked to-day just as she ought to 
look always — ^young, open-faced, clear-eyed, un- 
weighted by thoughts too heavy for her years. 

* I enjoyed coming down,' she said. * I think 
motors are splendid.* 

* Bellamy will be delighted at his success. Did 
you tell him ?* 

She regarded him steadily, considering her reply. 
It did not suit her to be as candid with everyone 
over this matter as she had been with herself. She 
would not even admit that she understood. 

^ No ; mother thanked him. It doesn't matter 
about me.* 

* Are you sure of that ?* he asked mischievously. 
Rosabel turned her face to the sea. She did not 

want to talk about Bellamy or think at all. 

They re-entered to the hotel by-and-by, and Rosa- 
bel was waiting in the hall for her mother, who had 
gone upstairs, when a familiar voice addressed her : 

* Why, it's actually Rosabel !' 

Rosabel turned, and found Maurice Braithwaite 
beside her. The colour rushed to her face. If he 
was surprised, she was equally so. It seemed 
strange to meet someone belonging to the old life 
here. 

He was staring at her with an exaggerated aston- 
ishment which was only half assumed^ his eyes 
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at a very good joke indeed, and held out his 
hand. 

* Well, Fm blessed ! How did you get here ? 
And such a swell, too ! What mysterious promo- 
tion is this ?* 

Rosabel had never liked him, and she was not 
pleased to see him now. She remembered that he 
had been rude to her at their last meeting, and his 
familiarity was aggressive. He reminded her dis- 
agreeably of the past. That she should ever have 
been in the position to be regarded as * fair game ' 
by a man of Maurice Braithwaite's type was her 
bitterest grievance. And now to-day of all days, 
just as she was feeling happy for once, he turned up 
to cast a gloom over her. 

' I didn't expect to meet you,' she said. * Didn't 
you hear Fd gone away ?' 

* No ; Fve been away myself. Are you married ' 
— ^he laughed again — * and on your hone3anoon ?' 

' I am living with my mother,' said Rosabel. 

' Your what ?' 

' My mother.' 

' Oh yes, of course. Married beneath her, didn't 
she ? Didn't know she was up to this sort of thing, 
though. Are you staying here ?' 

'We came down on a motor with friends 
this morning, and we are going to stay till 
Monday.' 

* Where do you live when you are at home ?' 

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*In Great Cumberland Place,' replied Rosabel 
reluctantly. 

Once more he gave a little laugh — of mingled 
amusement and surprise. The idea of it all was 
evidently strange to him. He could not realize 
Rosabel in her new surroundings. 

* Well, I congratulate you,' he said. * I am glad 
to have come across you again, Rosabel. What is 
your number in Great Cumberland Place ? May I 
call?' 

* I don't know whether mother would like it.' 
' She won't mind.' 

* I don't know whether / should like it,* said the 
girl, darkening. 

•That's pretty cool, 'pon my word! You are 
your old self, Rosabel !' 

* I don't change in three weeks — ^nor in three years.' 

* Then you oughtn't to want to cast off your old 
friends !' 

' But we were never friends — ^what / call friends,' 
she said. * You know we weren't !' 

Her eyes challenged his angrily. He was not 
abashed, although he remembered well enough, no 
doubt. As a matter of fact, he could not perceive 
that he had ever given her cause for offence. It 
was his experience that most girls like to be kissed 
by a good-looking man — girls in a better position 
than hers, too. She was a little fool, with no fim 
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He looked at her long lashes, the perfect curve of 
her cheeks, and the tendrils of hair which escaped 
from the generous mass she had to caress her brow 
and the nape of her neck. There was an untouched 
bloom about her which had always attracted him 
in spite of her heaviness. And now she was well 
dressed and her figure improved. She reminded him 
of a ripe peach, young and round, luscious and 
sweet. He would like to do the * stirring up ' 
himself. 

* I never saw such an improvement in anybody,' 
he added, with the coolness of a connoisseur ap- 
praising a work of art. * I scarcely recognised you. 
Clothes make a lot of difference, of course. And 
youVe learned how to do your hair.' 

Braithwaite always noticed things about women 
which would have escaped another sort of man. 
Rosabel was growing angrier every moment. 

* I don't think you ought to call me Rosabel,' she 
said. * I am Miss Fairboume now.' 

* Why Fairboume ?' 

* It is my mother's name. She married again. 
She wishes it.' 

' Won't you introduce me ?' he asked. 

* No,' she replied decidedly. ' Good-bye.' 

*0h, I shall see you again presently,' he 
said — 'perhaps to-morrow. I am staying here, 
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added in a whisper which brought the blood to her 
face : 

*When are you going to give me that kiss, 
Rosabel ?* 

* Never ! I wonder if your wife knows what you 
are?* 

*She thinks she does, anyhow.' He laughed. 

* She's gone home to her people in America for a 
" spell," ' he said, ^ so I am a grass-widower. Do 
you know her ?* 

' I've seen her — ^not spoken to her,' said Rosabel. 

Again her brow was overcast ; he managed to 
rake up everything unpleasant. County ladies, 
even if bom in the land of equality where social 
distinctions are more insisted upon than they are 
in England, do not * know * the waitresses of inns. 

* Temper like pepper,' observed Braithwaite. 

* She can stop with her " popper " and ** mommer " 
as long as she likes.' 

* I have no doubt that the right, when you quarrel, 
is on her side,' said Rosabel calmly. * You must be 
dreadful to live with.' 

* Rosabel !' 

It was Aylmer who called her. He saw her 
talking to someone, and as she turned the two men 
exchanged an inquiring glance. 

* I am coming,' said Rosabel, and left Braith- 
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* Oh| he lives down in Bucks, near the Angler's 
Inn.' 

Braithwaite strolled by presently. He was 
curious, no doubt, to see her belongings. 

Rosabel noticed him lounging about, but refused 
to catch his eye. She would not introduce him. 
He was much too impudent. It was a relief when 
he disappeared at last. 

As they were all going in to dinner later on, how- 
ever, he reappeared with a friend, and contrived to 
brush against Rosabel, whispering as he passed : 

* When, Rosabel ?' 

She knew what he meant at once, and crimsoned 
with anger. Looking up, her eyes met Aylmer's. 
' What is it ?' he asked in an undertone. 

* Nothing, thanks.' 

Braithwaite was ' nothing.' She could afford to 
disregard him now. There was no longer a utih- 
tarian aunt in the background to insist upon her 
fetching him whisky-and-soda. 

The next day she was careful not to stray away 
alone. But Braithwaite was not so easily shaken 
off. He walked boldly up to her as she was stand- 
ing on the steps with her mother, and wished her 
good -morning. He was trying to force her 
hand. 

Mrs. Fairboume could scarcely let the incident 
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*Mr. Maurice Braithwaite — ^my mother,' mur- 
mured Rosabel reluctantly. 

His trick had only half succeeded. He remained 
conversing with them for a few minutes, but it did 
not suit Mrs. Fairboume to invite him to call on 
them ; he knew too much about Rosabel. 

After lunch they went for a coimtry spin in the 
motor, and in the evening the balmy air lured them 
out of doors again. 

They strolled along two and two, Mrs. Fair- 
boume, as a matter of course, annexing Aylmer. 
After a little she grew tired, however, never caring 
to walk far, smd they returned to the hotel. 

Rosabel lingered rather wistfully. Indoors there 
were many lights, many people, much noise ; out- 
side there was the night, the silver sea, the stars. 

* Are you loth to go in, Rosabel ? ' asked Aylmer. 
* Would you like another turn ?* 

' Yes, I should.' 

Bellamy looked sorry that he had not spoken 
first ; Mrs. Fairboume looked annoyed. She 
wanted Aylmer beside her in the crowded loimge, 
where all the smart people were staring and pr5dng 
and picking to pieces each other's features and 
characters and gowns. 

' I am sure you have had as much exercise as is 
good for you, Rosabel,' she said irritably. * You 
have been out all day, and it is late.' 

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* Mr. Aylmer is too kind to you.* 

* Oh, not at all,' he said, in his pleasant voice. 
* Come, Rosabel.* 

They passed on. 

* You are sure you don't mind ?* queried Rosabel 
presently. 

* Positive. In fact, I did not wish to go indoors. 
The night is better company than that gaudy 
parrot-house. May I smoke ?* He took out a 
cigarette. ' Look at the shining track that lugger 
is leaving behind her.' 

' Lovely,* said the girl, breathing deep, * but sad. 
A night like this always makes — ^makes me hungry.* 

* Hungry ?' he queried. 

* Yes, you know — ^for the things I shall never 
have.* 

They had stopped by the railing at the edge of 
the cliff. Their figures were no more than silhouettes 
against the sea. 

Aylmer puffed at his cigarette in silence for a 
moment. 

* You'll get everything by-and-by, Rosabel,' he 
said gently. 

' How can I ?' she asked. 

*Yes, you will. You are young. You'll get 
love ; that's ever5rthing — ^to a woman.' 

* Love,* she repeated in a whisper — * love !' 

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the night and the stiUness and the white light on 
the water. 

Ayhner*s voice, attuned to the occasion, was 
scarcely a disturbance. 

* What will Ae be Hke, Rosabel ?* 

* I've never thought about it.' She glanced 
defiance at him suddenly — ^the defiance of a thing 
at bay. ' I am not sentimental, you know i' 

' Aren't you ? Are you sure ?' 

* I've always been practical. I've had to be.' 

* And yet a beautiful night makes you hungry ! 
You are a bit of a humbug, my child.' 

' I'm not, indeed !' 

* You don't know yourself,' he said. ' Wait. No 
life was ever all tragedy. You'll have your moments, 
if not yoxxT years. Perhaps you are going to be very 
happy by-and-by, in spite of your pessimism — so 
happy that you'll even be able to forgive your 
mother.' 

* No,' she insisted. ' I am sure I shall never know 
what it means.' 

' Love,' he said again softly, * love — love, 
Rosabel !' 

A whiff of his fragrant tobacco reached her nostrils, 
which dilated. She stared blindly at the sea. The 
obstinacy of her rejoinder seemed directed as much 
against herself as him. 

' Nobody I could care for would ever care for me,' 
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* A very nice little girl when you like,* he said, 
and now his tone was kindly and sensible, nothing 
more — the touch of sentiment had gone. * Don't 
shut yourself up in yourself too much, that is all. 
Give people a glimpse of your soul sometimes. You 
draw the curtains so close that one might make the 
mistake of thinking there was nothing behind.' 

Her silent communion lasted a long time. 

* I wonder at your thinking like that,' she broke 
out at last. * About love, I mean.' 

' Why not I ?' 

* Usually you talk as though there were nothing 
serious.' 

He laughed low and lightly. 

* Oh, one talks, Rosabel ! You mustn't believe 
everything you hear.' 

She turned dark eyes on him. 

* I disliked you at first, you know.' 

* But you don't now ?' 

* No. Have you ever been in love ?' she asked. 

* What a question ! What a child you are !' 

* But you must know,' she persisted. 

' Perhaps I have fancied so once or twice.' 
' I suppose, as you say> that women think more 
about it than men,' she said, musing. ' I don't.' 
She stirred, and he seemed to know without seeing 
that she was frowning. * I've other things.' 

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* No ! When I am twenty-one I can do as I like. 
I'm just waiting till then.' 

' That is your plan, is it ?' 

He threw the end of the cigarette away, and it 
sank through the darkness Uke a falling star. 

' If she doesn't want to give me any money, she 
needn't,' said Rosabel. * I can always keep myself. 
My aunt would take me back.' 

* To the Angler's Inn ? I thought you hated it 
so much ?' 

* So I did, so I do I' cried the girl passionately. 
* But there's nothing I wouldn't do to get away from 
herr 

*You are young to be so malicious. Wrong, 
Rosabel ; you're wrong.' 

* But why should I stay ? How can I care for 
her ? If I died to-morrow she'd be glad !' 

* You mustn't say that I* 

* She would ! You know she would ! Then I 
couldn't disgrace her any more.' 

He was distracted by the attempt to reconcile 
sympathy for the girl with loyalty to the mother. 
It seemed rather mean to leave Amy in the lurchi 
yet Rosabel was a force. It astonished him, when 
he came to think of it, how much arrestive power 
she had without eloquence to justify it. She was 
like a sledge-hammer striking sparks from hot metal, 
a glimpse of volcanic fire, the muttering approach 
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He found strange similes for her, standing by her 
side on the prosaic asphalt. But the glamour of 
night was there — anight which creates a mystery in 
the half revealed ; and she was a woman at this 
moment, not merely Rosabel, and he was a 
man. 

*At thirty,' he said, *you will laugh at the 
tragedy you made of life at nineteen. Everything 
is either black or white for you, there are no grays. 
You exaggerate your mother's feelings absurdly. 
Of course, she does not want you to die. She would 
be shocked if she knew you thought so, I am sure. 
And the idea of going back to your aunt is equally 
preposterous. The true solution of your problem is 
marriage.' 

She remained silently antagonistic. 

'Yes, marriage,' he repeated firmly. Then he 
laughed. * Why don't you marry my cousin ? He 
is a good fellow, su£Giciently well off, and I know he 
is more than half in love with you already.' 

* No, thank you,' said Rosabel. 

* He won't do ?' 

* I couldn't,* she said. 

' That settles George i' He was amused. 

* Have you ever talked about him with mother ?• 
she inquired. 

* I believe I did so once.' 

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to be married off to anyone just to please her. You 
can tell her so !' 

* Quite unnecessary. A decision of that kind 
must always rest with you. I am sure,* he added, 

* she would never attempt to influence you. Her 
ideas are too refined.* 

' Of course, you like her very much,' said Rosabel. 
' You won't admit that she isn't perfect.* 

There was a silence of thirty seconds. Strolling 
figures passed behind them with the murmur of 
voices. 

Aylmer laid his hand on the girl's arm. 

* Don't be cross, Rosabel. I thought we were 
friends ?' 

* Oh^ she is your friend !' 

' Can't I have two friends ?' 

* I don't know. I've never had more than one.' 
' Don't you count me ?' 

* It's best not to have anybody,' said Rosabel. 

* Then you've got nothing to lose.' 

She folded her arms as though she were defending 
herself from all the world, and leaned on the rail. 
Aylmer lighted another cigarette. 

* You're morbid,' he said, ' and I am tired of you ! 
Let us go home.' 

The noise and atmosphere of the * parrot-house ' 
jarred upon Rosabel's mood when they entered. 
She said good-night to her mother and the men 
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The girl did not undress. She pulled up the blind 
and opened the window wide, and drew a chair to it. 

She was restless to-night, and the sea was S3anpa- 
thetic. It was quivering, quivering all the time. 
Myriads of silver molecules danced in it, leaping 
xipi dying down, heaving, seeking something. She^ 
too, was seeking something. 

Her talk with Aylmer had made a deep impression 
upon her mind, she did not know why. It was not 
that he had persuaded her to think better of her 
mother or more hopefully about the future. On 
the contraryi she felt sad and lonely, and her heart 
ached. 

She leaned her head against the casement. In 
a dreamy moment she fancied that she was still 
standing beside him, with the scent of his tobacco 
in her nostrils and the sound of his voice in her 
ear. 

*Love,' he was saying scrftly^ 'love — ^love, 
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Mrs. Fairbourne had already put her affairs in 
order. Ayhner's twelve hundred was awaiting 
her pleasure at the bank, and next year she would 
enjoy her whole enlarged income free from debt. 
Meanwhile there was a little surplus, and she planned 
an extensive redecoration of the Great Cmnberland 
Place box dining her absence from London. She 
could afford the best of everything at last, thank 
God, and she was fond of her home. 

Aylmer called one morning at twelve to find 
her surrounded by waU-papers and chintz — ^the 
Folkestone trip was already a couple of weeks old. 

* How do you like this for my bedroom ?* she 
asked him. 

^ It will look charming, I am sure.' 
' And this for Rosabel ?' 

* Also charming. Did she choose it, or did you ?• 

* Oh, I did.' She laughed. * But she likes it. 
She's not pig-headed in matters of taste, I will 
admit. She alwa)rs allows me to know better.* 

* Where is she ?' he asked. * I have brought 

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you round a couple of tickets for the Temple flower- 
show. I thought you might like to go.' 

' I should. But Rosabel won't be home. She 
has gone down to Buckinghamshire to see her aunt.' 

' The people of the Angler's Inn ?' 

* Yes. I don't know whether I ought to allow 
it. I meant to cut that connection altogether. 
But she insisted, and it wasn't worth a fuss. So 
I let her go alone. I didn't care to send Brace. 
Servants are such snobs, and their tongues are so 
long.' 

* Why didn't you tell me ? I would have taken 
her.' 

' You ?' She looked up in surprise from her 
wall-papers. * But I shouldn't have imposed upon 
your amiability. You are altogether too good about 
Rosabel. Of course, I appreciate it.' 

' I like the girl,' he said. 

' Do you really ? I was afraid she bored you 
frightfuUy.' 

' On the contrary, she interests me.' 

* I wish she interested me,' sighed Mrs. Fair- 
bourne. * When we are at meals we sit like a couple 
of owls, and I dream dreams.' 

' Why don't you try to talk to her for a change ?' 
' I have tried, and I can't. To me she is hermeti- 
cally sealed, and I fail to extract even a trickle of 
conversation from her. Sometimes I ask myself 
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Collinses are passing ofi a changeling on me. At 
least, I should wonder if she weren't so like William. 
Poor child, a female William ! What a shocking 
thing for her !' 

* You really think her so impossible ?' He 
asked for information. 

'She may improve, but I doubt it. She is of 
the type which doesn't want to learn, you see. 
She is quite satisfied. She won't be told.' 

Aylmer smiled. 

' Perhaps you misjudge her.' 

' Why ?' Mrs. Fairboume was scornful. ' Is 
she so deep ?' 

* She isn't as shallow as you suppose.' 

* Then you have made a study of her? ' 
' I study everybody.' 

' And I only those who are worth it,' she retorted. 

'Then turn your attention to Rosabel, I pray 
you, before you go farther from home — ^where even 
charity should begin.' 

She ceased fluttering the leaves of the wall- 
paper book, and regarded him curiously. 

' Do you mean it ?' 

' I do. I should like you to reaUze that your 
investigations in a certain quarter would repay 
you, and that you might make both the girl and 
yourself happier.' 

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torpid, you know. People of that class, William's 
class, are not gifted — or is it cursed ? — ^with keen 
sensations. She is living in a luxury which is novel 
to her, and no doubt her heart is swelling with 
gratified pride, and she has gone down to Bucking- 
hamshire to-day to play the little pompous snob 
in her new clothes. Men make a mistake, as a 
rule, in attributing any but the simplest motives 
and emotions to girls. But it's awfully sweet of 
you to take an interest in her.' Her fine eyes 
looked dewy, and she extended an apparently 
impulsive hand to him — she who was never im- 
pulsive in these days. ' I had no idea how sweet 
you were !' 

He felt rather a traitor as he took the hand ; 
nevertheless, out of habit, perhaps, he pressed it 
sUghtly. In some ways she was a delightful 
woman. But she did not shine as a mother. It 
might be a fact that maternal feelings could not 
be acquired full grown, but must grow with the 
child. She might be as charming as ever, for 
instance, with a baby. Once he had even gone 
so far on the road to matrimony as to contemplate 
her like that. Was it Rosabel's existence which 
had obliterated the picture ? A nineteen-year-old 
girl — ^with a mind, too ! And the mother must be 
thirty-seven. 

He had not said it to himself in as many words, 
but doubtlessly the notion had come home to him 

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that, as a step-father, he would be * damned 
ridiculous.' Besides, why, after all ? 

When a man who has never been in love begins 
to analyze his sentiments, and reaUze how gossamer- 
like they are, the woman's chance is gone. He 
was thinking of * settling down,' and she had 
seemed desirable. And now, for various reasons, 
she no longer seemed desirable. 

But self-engrossed and self-satisfied, she did 
not dream of it, and thanked him sincerely for his 
kindness to her daughter. He had admired her, 
and her vanity could not imagine a serious defection 
on his part. She was rather annoyed that he should 
think she was not treating Rosabel properly, but 
she attributed his * interest ' solely to the fact 
that the girl was hers, and that he wished them 
to make the best of things. 

A little officious of him, perhaps, but 'sweet.' 
She repeated the adjective to herself, and the irri- 
tation passed. How much better that he should 
like Rosabel than regard her as an obstacle ! 

* As Rosabel will not be at home, you might 
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Rosabel's visit to the country improved her frame 
of mind. The contrast between past and present 
could not fail to strike her, and make her realize 
that it was pleasant, after all, to live like a lady, 
even with her mother. Mrs. Collins had never 
looked so stout and red, Mr. Collins had never looked 
so smug and butler-like, and her old bedroom had 
never looked so plainly furnished. Even the 
servants* rooms at Great Cumberland Place were 
better. And as she had not been expected, onions 
were being cooked for dinner, and the smell of them 
pervaded the inn, even submerging the usual 
odour of beer. 

But the old setter nearly went out of his mind 
with joy at seeing her, and the servants made 
excuses to come into the parlour on errands to have 
a peep at ' Miss Rosabel,' and her aunt said : ' My ! 
all silk underneath, and that hat with those feathers 
couldn't have cost a penny less than three poimds !' 
This was soothing, undoubtedly. There was some- 
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unmoved demeanour in the face of the sensation 
she was creating, and to fed gloomy through all. 

She had brought presents, and took away the 
good wishes of all, and a pressing invitation to 
come again. 

It was already time to dress for dinner when 
she reached home, and it was t5T)ical of the terms 
she was on with her mother that she went straight 
to her room instead of reporting her return. So 
they did not meet till they met at the dinner-table, 
and then Mrs. Fairboume dismissed her daughter's 
doings with a mere question : 

' Did you have a pleasant day, Rosabel ?* 

' Yes, thank you.' 

Mrs. Fairboume sipped her hock. The golden 
sparkle of the wine was like the woman herself. 
Rosabel had often thought so as she sat at the 
table silent, thinking, it was supposed, about 
nothing at all. 

' Mr.- Aylmer took me to a flower-show, so I had 
a pleasant day, too/ 

* Did you ?* said Rosabel. 

Her satisfaction in her own performance was 
blighted. The gloom of her habitual mood held 
her in thrall again. 

* He mentioned,* continued Mrs. Fairboume, 
* that his cousin was going to Scotland to-morrow. 
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*I was surprised to hear it.' Mrs. Fairboume 
fixed her daughter's eyes across the table. ' I 
thought he had a particular reason for wishing to 
remain in London for the present.' 

Rosabel did not respond ; she felt herself growing 
red. She understood the innuendo, and it occurred 
to her suspicious nature instantly that Aylmer had 
been discussing her with her mother while they 
were out together. Why should she trust him ? 
He was nice when he was with her, especially when 
they were alone, but, of course, he had known her 
mother much longer than herself. The idea that 
he might have passed on some of her confidences 
made her feel sick. 

' Are you sure you don't know why he has gone, 
Rosabel ?' 

' How should I ? Why should he tell me ?' 
asked the girl resentfully. 

' He did not say anything to you during the 
trip to Folkestone ?' 

' Anything about what ?' 

Mrs. Fairboume shrugged her shoulders. 

* If you don't know what I mean you are a 
fool. Even the kitchen-maid understands when 
the milkman admires her. That man was prepared 
to marry you if you had given him a little encourage- 
ment. I am afraid you have been silent and dis- 
agreeable, and thrown a chance away.' 

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* But I suppose you don't want to be an old maid ? 
It is useless to be too particular, Rosabel. I cannot 
introduce you to many eligible men.' 

Rosabel's eyes were fixed upon the table-doth. 

* He was well off,' pursued her mother, as though 
she had answered. ' Mr. Aylmer mentioned fifteen 
hundred a year. And on the death of his father 
he will come into a considerable fortime. You 
are very foolish. But it may not be too late. I 
have reason to believe that he liked you very 
much. Perhaps you do not realize what a repellent 
manner you have ? A stranger would think that 
you were always sulky about something. You 
must cultivate a more pleasing expression, my dear 
child, or few men will look at you twice.' 

'Then they can look another way,' muttered 
Rosabel. 

' Please don't be impertinent,' said Mrs. Fair- 
bourne severely. 

The conversation lapsed as Benson returned. 

Rosabel helped herself blindly to the dish proffered 
her. 

Had her mother's complaint originated in her 
own head ? She meant to ask when Benson was 
gone again, but Mrs. Fairboume spoke first. She 
might have guessed what the girl wanted to know, 
although her remark was only an after-thought, 
designed to impress. 

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making the worst instead of the best of yourself,' 
she added. 

* Do you mean Mr. Ayhner ?' inquired Rosabel. 

'Yes. We were talking about you this after- 
noon. He is kind enough to take an interest in 
you on my account, and he thinks that it is a pity 
you don't try to be more attractive.' 

Rosabel's cheeks bumed Hke hot coals. Then 
he was a traitor ; he had discussed her with the 
enemy ! She hated him at this moment. He had 
become once more the stranger who had smiled 
with her mother over her awkwardness on her 
first night at Great Cumberland Place. 

As it happened, several days passed before she 
saw him again. Aylmer was kept very busy 
doing nothing, like most idle, pleasant men of 
means. 

When they did meet at last Mrs. Fairboume 
and Rosabel were driving in the Park, and the sight 
of him brought the victoria to a standstill at the 
rails. 

* Where have you been ?' asked Mrs. Fairboume, 
with gentle reproach. 

* I am so sorry ; engagements. You will soon 
have every opportunity of getting tired of me.' 

His reply would have soimded pointed to an 
outsider ; unfortunately, she knew what he meant 
only too well. They were due at the same country 
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* Oh, you are fishing,' she said. * Such modesty 
is unnatural !' 

They chatted for a few minutes, and Mrs. Fair- 
bourne invited him to drive with them. Rosabel 
told herself that she hoped he would decline, and 
yet when he did so she was disappointed. He had 
not spoken to her all this time, and she had not 
spoken to him. If he did address her she did not 
mean to be agreeable. He should find that she 
did not think enough of his opinion to take it to 
heart. 

*Well, Rosabel,' he said suddenly, 'are you 
beginning to long for the country ? I am. The 
London trees are getting brown with dust. I 
annex your company for a walk every fine morning ! 
I am sure you and I will be the only people down 
to breakfast at eight. Take note of it !' 

* I haven't many engagements,' said Rosabel, 
' so I am not likely to forget.' 

' If you do,' he said, * I shall come and hammer 
at your door.' 

Rosabel's anger vanished like mist in the sun. 
Perhaps he had not criticised her unkindly, after 
all I He had told her himself that she was too 
silent and reserved to please people. He need 
not have repeated it to her mother, certainly, but 
she could not help forgiving him. It was so evident 
that he had not the least suspicion of having hurt 
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From that moment Rosabel began to look forward 
to this visit to the comitry. The prospect . of 
sta5dng at a strange house with a party of people 
who did not want her had seemed likely to be 
far more of an ordeal than a pleasure, and she 
had dreaded it. But it would make a great dif- 
ference if Aylmer took notice of her. Perhaps, 
after all, she would enjoy herself. 

A rare light illumined the girl's eyes, and her lips 
relaxed. She had a beautiful mouth when she 
allowed it to retain its natural lines — ^fuU, soft, 
sensitive, and her face could be wholly sweet and 
lovable. 

She was picturing what it would be hke to ramble 
through the fields and lanes with Alec Aylmer. 
They would be alone, and in the early morning, 
when the air was fresh and the dew still sparkling 
on the grass. Already she could smell the newly- 
turned earth, and hear the larks, and feel the 
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best after all. He had spoken as though he liked 
it too. She was glad of that, and glad that 
he should know, without asking, that she shared 
his taste. It renewed the old S5anpathy between 
them, and made her feel at home with him. If 
only her mother were not coming to make her 
miserable again with ridicule and contempt, and 
to remind him to be C5niical ! When they were 
alone he was so different. 

Her musings culminated in a warm thrill, an 
odd fluttering of the heart. It had come suddenly — 
the realization that she loved him. A great shame 
overwhelmed her. It was happiness as well for 
the moment in which she saw life as it might be 
and had never been for her. 

* You will get love, and love is everything — ^to a 
woman.' - 

Then she had felt no more than a dim aching 
bom of loneliness and the savage sdf-depreciation 
which was for ever telling her that she must always 
be different from oflier girls. Now the longing was 
definite ; but even as she recognised it the rapture 
passed, and her heart sank and sank, and hope 
drained away like the sand in a glass. It was stupid 
of her to care. Of course, he would never. . . . 

Henceforward she blushed at the mention of 
his name, and feared that he would guess her 
secret if she looked at him. A gltoce from her 
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This secret she would share with none — Ayhner 
least of all. 

* You are not offended about anything, are you ?' 
he asked her one day. 

* No,' she said. 
' Sure ?' 

She nodded, tr3dng to smile, and feeling more 
inclined to cry. 

Still, he was kind to her, and it was possible 
that even she dreamed dreams. But she only 
regarded them as dreams. They were as distinct 
from life, in Rosabel's estimation, as the penny 
stories she used to read. She passed the time, 
that was all, and when she saw or heard an3^hing 
that moved her, the hunger came which she had 
mentioned to Aylmer in that burst of confidence 
in the moonlight by the sea. 

So Rosabel began to count the days, and Mrs. 
Fairboume began to count the days, each brooding 
apart. The woman thought only of herself and 
her own plans ; the girl looked upon her as the 
worst enemy of her Ufe. They did not draw 
together ; no real intimacy resulted from their 
intercourse. Mrs. Fairboume's air was always of 
well-bred tolerance when it was not faintly con- 
temptuous ; Rosabel did not even try to be com- 
panionable. Neither of them ever forgot for a 
moment that the bond between them was that of 
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They might have gone on indefinitely in this 
way if something in the nature of a thmider-bolt 
had not startled Mrs. Fairboume into realizing the 
precariousness of all things human, particularly a 
man's fancy. 

It was the eve of their departure from London, 
and she and Aylmer were alone in the drawing- 
room. 

* I am glad we are going to-morrow,' he said. 
' Rosabel wants a change. She isn't used to London. 
The girl begins to look fine-drawn.' 

' Rosabel !' exclaimed Mrs. Fairboume. * Why, 
she has the shoulders of a dragoon and the appetite 
of a navvy !' 

He found her coarse for once, and showed dis- 
pleasure. 

* She may be a strong and healthy girl,' he said ; 
' all the better. One naturally longs to see her 
keep her health and develop into a splendid woman 
— ^as she would do with wholesome surroimdings 
and happiness.' 

His voice dwelt upon the final word as though 
calling her attention to it. 
' A splendid animal, you mean,' she said. 

* Not at all,' he repHed, with the deliberation of 
a man who utters what has been in his mind for 
some time. * I begin to get tired of the attitude — 
the pose, shall I say ? — of the set we live in. Isn't 
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certain it is a bore ! We judge people's value in 
the scheme of creation solely by the books they 
write, the pictures they paint, the music they com- 
pose, their successes on the stage, or their mere 
ability to criticise, and — to criticise the critics. 
As though nothing else mattered ! Whereas it is 
everything else that matters. The importance of 
art is absurdly overrated. The world could do 
without jam, but it couldn't do without bread and 
butter.' 

' Man cannot live by bread alone !' she retorted 
promptly. 

' Granted. Jam is pleasant — ^in the proper pro- 
portion, but a surfeit of it makes one sick, and leaves 
one still imsatisfied.' 

' And you are — sick ?' she queried. 

' Precisely. I crave for the bread — good, whole- 
some farmhouse bread, and milk, and fresh air, 
and nature !' 

' Oh, you renegade !' she cried. 

' Let a man pass his life in ploughing fields rather 
than in splitting hairs, and a woman take more 
interest in her children than in the higher culture.' 

' Have you fallen a prey to a militant parson, or 
what is the matter with you to-day ?' she asked. 
' You with your collection of antique weapons, 
your cabinets of old china, your shelf of bibelots ! 
I shall tell everybody ! Don't imagine that I shall 
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She carried off the chagrin his thrust had caused 
her magnificently ; she had plenty of pluck— or 
the mask which is always at the service of the 
woman of the world. 

' One wastes a lot of money,' he said reflectively. 
' I think I shall sell my works of art, and with the 
proceeds found a mission for the conversion to 
nature of the artists and critics of London. As for 
Rosabel, I should Uke to see her the mistress of a 
comfortable coimtry house, with horses to ride, and 
dogs to play with, and children — yes, children to 
bring up. She would make an ideal wife and mother.' 

' Why, may I ask ?' 

' Because she has a heart,' he said, ' and she 
hungers for what she has never had — something to 
love.' 

' You seetn to know a great deal about Rosabel's 
feelings !' said Mrs. Fairboume. ' More than I do. 
When has she been talking to you ?' 

' We have had a few opportimities,' he repUedf 
' which we have made the most of.' 

' So I perceive.' 

She tried to answer lightly, but the effort was 
an act of heroism. A storm was upon her, and she 
had been too preoccupied to obser\'e how the clouds 
were gathering. 

When the door closed behind him at last, and she 
was alone, a soimd broke from her like that of a deep 
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* Can he be taking a fancy to Rosabel ?' she asked 
herself. ' Incredible !' 

It really seemed incredible to her, with her con- 
tempt for the girl. Nevertheless, it might be, and 
the suspicion rankled in her mind. 

After all, men were much alike. The best of 
them asked for nothing more than flesh, pink and 
white flesh, and plenty of it. 

Wounded vanity and jealousy made her heart 
bum. She loved him, and he was looking over her 
shoulder at Rosabel ! She had been so sure of him, 
and his eyes were wandering ; the old ideals were 
being dethroned. He was becoming restless, 
seeking something new. His attention must be 
reclaimed. She would not give him up. The mor- 
tification of knowing that he had even faltered was 
bad enough. 

And for Rosabel ! Rosabel, the girl she had 
scorned, and been ashamed of acknowledging as 
her daughter ! Rosabel, brought up by a publican's 
wife in a village inn ! 

Perhaps he was merely in a bad temper this after- 
noon. No man with any pretence to civilization 
could be serious in comparing her imfavourably 
with Rosabel. His mood would pass, no doubt, 
assisted by a little tact on her part. If she could 
only get the girl safely married to somebody — ^any- 
body else without loss of time ! George Bellamy 
must be given another chance. 

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' I'll take a country house for a month, and ask 
hun down,' she determined. * There is nothing like 
a country house.' 

Meanwhile, she made her first move — after 
dinner, when she was quite cool, and no longer 
afraid that temper would betray her. 

' Do you like Mr. Aylmer, Rosabel ?' 

' Yes, I like him.' 

' You have talked to him a great deal, haven't 
you ? You seem to have been more confidential 
with him than you have been with me ! I thought 
you had nothing to say for yourself, but that seems 
to be a mistake ; you can talk when you consider it 
worth while ! Probably you find men better com- 
pany than women ?' 

* No,' said Rosabel brusquely. ' Some people are 
nice, and some people aren't. I don't see that sex 
makes any difference.' 

' But it is natural that you should feel flattered 
by the notice of a man of the world. I am very 
pleased that he takes the trouble to draw you out. 
I was thanking him this afternoon for being so kind 
to you.' 

Rosabel looked down. 

' What I want to say to you,' pursued her mother, 
' is that you must not allow his attention to make 
you vain. I know how easily girls deceive them- 
selves, and you, in particular, have had so little 
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that he is a great deal older than you, and regards 
you as a child, as my daughter.' 

The girl's brows lowered. 

' Of course,' added Mrs. Fairboume, with em- 
phasis, ' he is my very best friend. It is natural 
that he should take the deepest interest in you. I 
was acting upon his advice, indeed, when I sent for 
you. He thought it was a pity that we should not 
be together. His disposition is not poor George's 
— so absurdly jealous. He is always reasonable. 
You understand ?' 

' Yes,' murmured Rosabel. 

Mrs. Fairboume knew when to leave well alone. 
She had said enough to put an end to any dan- 
gerous ideas his S5anpathy might have aroused in 
Rosabel's head without giving the girl anything to 
repeat. 

In a few minutes Rosabel got up silently and left 
the room. |P| 

' Of course,' she thought, ' he is going to marry 
her ! Why didn't I suspect it before ?' 

She could believe now that she had been foolishly 
dense, and that she ought to have known why he 
came to Great Cumberland Place so much oftener 
them anyone else. Her mother was still a young 
woman, and a clever, smart, and charming woman. 
Nobody could be readier to admit that than Rosabel. 
She remembered that they had been together the 
first time she saw them ; and, looking back, she cov ' ' 

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recall many signs of a mutual attachment. WhUe 
she had been priding herself upon his interest, in 
fact, he had been merely looking kindly upon her 
mother's daughter. She had her mother to thank 
for the reflected honour of his attention* 
I Bitter humiliation and grief overwhelmed her. 

* I know how easily girls deceive themselves.' 

The lightly-spoken words stung her to the quick. 
She could not bear to think of them. She could 
scarcely bear to go on living. Perhaps even Aylmer 
was laughing at her. He would be her stepfather 
by-and-by, but a kinder stepfather than Mr. Fair- 
bourne, who was so ' absurdly jealous ' ! This man's 
^ disposition ' was better ; he would not begrudge 
her a share of her mother's roof. 

Yes, it was fortimate that the dreams had only 
been dreams, and that she had never reckoned on 
them. 

Nevertheless, she felt desolate and wept miserably, 
as though she had lost something which she could 
never regain, and no longer anticipated her visit to 
the coimtry with pleasure. Of course, Alec Aylmer 
had been asked on purpose to oblige her mother. 
Everybody knew what she had been too stupid to 
perceive. In future she would have to regard him 
in quite another light — ^as a prospective stepfather ! 
That was too much. He could not be such a great 
deal older than she was ; he looked a yoimg man. 
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not more suited to her own than to her mother's^ 
after all. 

Aylmer was to meet them at the station, and they 
were to travel down to Hertfordshire together. If 
Rosabel could have stayed at home alone, without 
any questions being asked, she would have preferred 
it. As that was impossible, she was ready when the 
brougham came roimd in the morning with the 
station basket on the roof. It might have comforted 
her if she had known what pangs of anxiety lay 
half acknowledged beneath her mother's assumption 
of high spirits. 

Rosabel barely glanced at Aylmer when he shook 
hands with her, and on the journey she sat in 
the farthest comer, and looked steadily out of 
the window. She would be polite if he spoke 
to her, but she would never allow him to lure her 
into any more confidences. He ought to have 
warned her. She must have offended him imcon- 
sciously several times with her remarks about her 
mother. 

In the course of the journey he offered her the 
Sketch, and at the little country station, where Mrs. 
Harrowby met them, he seemed to remember that 
she might be feeling neglected while the women 
greeted each other with the warmth of intimate 
friends. 

' Do you like old country houses, Rosabel ? You 
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Harrowby is a famous painter, and wherever you 

look there is something beautiful.' 

' I don't know much about works of art.' 

' But you have good natural taste ; I have 

watched you.' 

' I don't see how you can think so. I used to 

dress very badly,' she said antagonistically. ' I 

hadn't a notion. Mother said so, and she was 

right.' 

* You learn quickly. It is all a matter of educa- 
tion.' 

' Yes, education. And I haven't any. Knowing 
how to read and write and spell, and where Siam is 
on the map, isn't education !' 

* You have already learned something when you 
have learned that. Some people go through their 
lives without knowing it.' 

She turned her face away. 

* I ought to have been drowned when I was bom, 
like the puppies which aren't worth keeping.' 

' What is this, Rosabel ?' 

Rosabel did not reply. She was choking with 
mingled emotions, in which that of a persistent 
sense of inferiority was the most marked. If any- 
one had addressed her, she would have burst into 
tears. 

May Harrowby was speaking as they all got into 
the landau. She was a long-limbed woman, aesthe- 
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mournful eyes were frequently reproduced upon her 
husband's canvases. 

' By the way, Amy, the eighth member of our 
party is an acquaintance of yours,' she said. ' I 
asked him at the last moment instead of Jack 
Stirling, who couldn't come — Maurice Braithwaite.' 

* Braithwaite,' repeated Mrs. Fairboume vaguely. 
' Don't you remember ? A big fair fellow, a 

Philistine, but rather good fim. Coimty, I believe. 
A friend of the Gledhows. He has a place called 
Hallowdene somewhere in Bucks.' 

* Yes, of course,' said Mrs. Fairboume. ' Rosabel 
knows him better than I do.' 

She was annoyed, but concealed it. Rosabel was 
also annoyed. It seemed as though she would 
never shake him off. 

' He arrives with the Gledhows by the next train,' 
added Mrs. Harrowby, happily imconscious of her 
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Aylmer had behaved so well on the way down that 
Mrs. Fairboume was reassured. Surely she was 
mistaken after all, and he would be surprised and 
amused at a mere suggestion that he could take 
Rosabel seriously ? 

Even when Harrowby was showing them the 
grounds, and Aylmer waited for Rosabel, the act, 
as he performed it, seemed one of mere politeness. 
He was always a gentleman, and could not leave 
the girl to follow alone. Perhaps he had realized 
that he had been tactless yesterday, and was anxious 
to atone. She did not mean to be harsh to him. 
The clever woman knows when to overlook a fault 
and hold her tongue. 

She bloomed joyously in the sunshine. If Rosa- 
bel was the pink rosebud, she was the white rose — 
in full flower, perhaps, but not at all faded. She 
felt self-satisfied, self-confident, secure once more. 

Tea was brought into the sitting-hall when they 
re-entered, and a few minutes later the other guests 
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with Maurice Braithwaite, who greeted her mis- 
chievously. 

' The fates are kind to me,' he said. 

Rosabel scowled. 

' You are everywhere,' she said. 

* Do say you are glad to see me !' 

She tossed her head, emd he dropped into a chair 
beside her, as Mrs. Harrowby handed him his tea, 
and whispered low : 

' When, Rosabel ?' 

' Never — ^never — ^never !' she answered in the 
same tone. 

* Yes, you will. It must be. There's luck in the 
third meeting. Don't you know that I am to be 
your fate ?' 

He only spoke in jest, to get a ' rise,' as he would 
have called it, out of the girl ; but she stared at him 
with sudden imeasiness, as though the suggestion 
had alarmed her. 

' You are so fond of talking nonsense, Mr. Braith- 
waite ! You, a married man !' 

' Do you think it is only bachelors who can be 
fooUsh ? I may get a divorce, you know.' 

' I don't care whether you do or not. It would 
be fortunate, I think, for your wife.' 

' How unkind you are I Don't you call me a nice 
man ?' 

* No,' she said emphatically. * Horrid — ^perfectly 
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* That isn't your real opinion I You are afraid of 
making me vain.' 

He laughed aloud at her gaze of indignation, and 
Mrs. Fairboume glanced across at them. Braith- 
waite, she perceived, was drawn to the girl. It was 
a pity that he was married. She was surprised to 
find that Rosabel was attractive to men, and to such 
various men as Alec Aylmer, George Bellamy, and 
Maurice Braithwaite. What could they see in her ? 
Had her brusque indifference, almost amounting to 
rudeness, the fascination of sour grapes ? 

When they went up to dress for dinner she called 
Rosabel into her room. 

The girl came, reluctant as usual, and waited like 
a child summoned by the schoolmistress for repri- 
mand. Her mother never wsmted her, she was 
aware, for any agreeable reason. 

* It is most imfortimate,' said Mrs. Fairboume 
fretfully, ' that Mr. Braithwaite should be here. I 
hope he will have the tact not to mention par- 
ticulars of your acquaintance. You might give 
him a hint.' 

' I don't see how I can do that,' replied Rosabel. 

' Why not ? You are friendly enough with 
him.' 

' I don't mind his talking about it,' said the girl. 
' Making a secret of things doesn't alter them.' 

* / object !' said Mrs. Fairboume sharply. ' There 
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' Then will you tell him ?' suggested Rosabel. 

The colour rose to Mrs. Fairboume's cheeks. She 
turned to the dressing-table. 

' You are the most obstinate, ill-tempered girl I 
ever met ! I wish I had left you at home ! 
Why should I consider you ? You never consider 
me!' 

' I didn't know you were considering me, mother,' 
said Rosabel. ' I thought you only supposed that 
remarks would be made if you left me at home. I 
can go back to-morrow if you Uke.' 

' I am much obliged for your kind permission,' 
responded Mrs. Fairboume sarcastically. ' I will 
think about it.' 

She rang for her maid. 

Rosabel waited in silence for a moment. 

' Do you want me any longer, please ?' 

'No.' 

The girl went to her room. It was apparent to 
her that the relationship between her and her mother 
was growing more strained every day. Mrs. Fair- 
boume no longer even troubled to disguise her irrita- 
tion when she was irritated, or her anger when she 
was angry. The ' speaking out ' stage had arrived, 
and it boded ill for the peace of the household. 

As usual, Rosabel's toilet was soon accomplished, 
and she was alone in the hall when Maurice Braith- 
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* Now,' he said, * is the very opportunity we have 
been seeking so long !' 

* I don't know what you mean,' she declared with 
steely eyes. 

* Don't you, Rosabel ? Shall I whisper ?' 
' Certainly not.' 

' I mean to have it before I leave The Hermitage.' 

Rosabel walked to the long, low, latticed window, 
and sat down on the seat. Braithwaite followed 
her, 

' If I were our good friend Harrowby, I would 
paint you sitting there. You are improving every 
day, Rosabel. I thought the change was wonderful 
when I saw you at Folkestone ; but now your beauty 
dazzles my eyes and bewilders my brain.' 

' I suppose you can't help being like this,' said 
the girl, with quaint resignation, folding her hands 
in her lap. ' But it is most objectionable for the 
people who are obliged to listen to you.' 

He laughed, greatly amused. 

* At last you are finding your tongue. It was the 
one thing necessary to make you a charming Uttle 
girl.' 

' You know I'm not charming,' she said fiercely, 
' and I do hate ' 

' But you are blushing.' 

' I'm not !' 

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* I never saw a better imitation, then. Don't be 
angry with me/ He sat down on the window-seat, 
too, looking handsome in his white shirt-front and 
dress-dothes. ' Don't you really like my chaff ?' 

'No.' 

' Then I'll try to drop it. But you get so angry 
that it's a temptation. You were always angry 
with me in the old days ; do you remember ? That 
last time I saw you, for instance, at the Angler's 
Inn.' 

* I haven't forgotten it,' said Rosabel resent- 
fully. 

* You've snubbed me without mercy half a dozen 
times, but I bear no malice.' 

His impudence left her speechless. Without being 
downright rude, it was impossible, she felt, to find 
an adequate retort. 

At that moment trailing draperies descended the 
staircase, and the hostess appeared. 

' I shall wear this next my heart for ever as a 
token of your regard for me,' Braithwaite added, 
snatching up a httle lace-bordered handkerchief 
which Rosabel had dropped. 

* Give it back at once !' she cried. 

* Never, never !' he added, mimicking the tone in 
which she had refused him the kiss, 'imtil you 
buy it !' 

He slipped it into his pocket, and rose, laughing, 
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taken note of every detail of the little scene — ^his 
proximity to Rosabel on the window-seat, the steal- 
ing of the handkerchief, and the low-voiced, urgent 
intercourse, all arguing a pretty considerable fami- 
liarity between the girl and the man. 

She approached with rather a curious little 
smile. 

' You were quick over your dressing, Rosabel.' 

' Yes ; I never take long,' replied Rosabel inno- 
cently, imconscious of the innuendo. 

* Where is your mother ?' 

' She will be down presently.' 

Mrs. Harrowby sent her in to dinner with Braith- 
waite. She had already arranged it in her mind, 
and could not alter her plans. Besides, it was Amy 
Fairboume's place to look after her daughter. She 
thought she would make a remark in private, never- 
theless, if she saw any more : she was not a bad 
sort of woman ; and over the table she glanced 
several times at Rosabel. 

On each occasion, as it happened, Braithwaite was 
talking in an imdertone to the girl, and Rosabel was 
allowing him to monopolize her ; firstly because he 
was her partner, and she understood that he was 
entitled to her attention ; secondly, because Aylmer 
was on the other side of her, and she had her reasons 
for not wishing to talk to him ; lastly, because no- 
body, except Aylmer, took any notice of her as a 
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Braithwaite, it was pleasanter to be entertained 
than to be left sitting silent and neglected at the 
table. She was even grateful to him for showing 
her mother and the other women — ^yes, and Aylmer 
— that a man who did not come from the Australian 
backwoods was willing to notice her for his own 
pleasure, not out of mere kindness. In future they 
might not treat her with quite such a lack of cere- 
mony, and Aylmer would see that she could be 
agreeable if she chose. 

So she melted somewhat towards Braithwaite, and 
smiled at his jokes, and tried not to be angry at his 
impertinence. And when he proposed a stroll in 
the garden after dinner she assented, but was glad 
that one of the men came along and bore him off to 
the billiard-room instead. 

She did not go indoors herself. It was pleasanter 
in the sweet-scented garden, and she seated her- 
self in a big basket chair on the lawn, and 
watched the clouds floating across the star-lit 
sky. 

Presently voices reached her. Two women's 
figures were crossing the lawn, and as they ap- 
proached Rosabel recognised her mother and Mrs. 
Harrowby. 

* Shall we sit here ?* asked the hostess. * Or 
would you rather stroll ?' 

* It looks comfortable here.' 

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speak or move. A couple of chairs creaked on the 
other side of the tree. 

' Yes,' said Mrs. Harrowby, as though resuming 
a conversation already begun, ' I see a great improve- 
ment. You are dressing her charmingly, my dear, 
and she seems to have much more to say for herself 
than when I dined with you five weeks ago. Pro- 
bably she was shy.' 

* I beUeve she lived very quietly with her father's 
people,* responded Mrs. Fairboume cautiously. 

She was wondering how much Maurice Braith- 
waite had told about Rosabel. May Harrowby, on 
the other hand, was smiling with bitter sweetness 
in the dark, and asking herself why she troubled 
to do a good turn to a woman so imcandid as ' dear 
Amy.' She pursued her course, nevertheless, be- 
cause she was well-intentioned, and also because her 
mind was too slow-moving for a change of tactics on 
the spot. 

' I was noticing her with Maurice Braith- 
waite,' she pursued. ' Has she seen much of 
him?' 

* I don't think so ; that is to say, I don't know,' 
replied Mrs. Fairboume imeasily. * Why ?' 

*They seem to be such excellent friends. I happened 
to find them alone in the hall when I came down 
before dinner — ^both on the window-seat. He stole 
her handkerchief, and kept it. If he were eligible, 
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her, and he is simply rolling. Of course, she knows 
that he has a wife ?' 

* I suppose so.* 

* I should find out, my dear. One cannot be loo 
careful with a girl. And he is an awful rake, poor 
dear fellow! Perhaps it was indiscreet to ask 
hun?* 

' Not at all,' said Mrs. Fairboume. She quite 
understood the warning given to her. * But it's 
very good of you to mention it. If there is any 
nonsense, it is all on his side, and he is merely 
taking advantage of her inexperience. Rosabel 
doesn't care for men.' 

* Really ?' The languid voice was also a little 
incredulous. 

* I'll soon stop it,' said Mrs. Fairboume resolutely, 
growing sincere. ' What cheek of him !' * 

' If she were a married woman it wouldn't matter, 
of course,' murmured her friend, * but he might be 
putting another man off— a serious man. It's too 
bad. Shall I ask a boy to play with her, and keep 
her out of mischief ?' 

* May,' said Mrs. Fairboume solemnly, * you are a 
great and noble woman.' 

The artist's wife laughed. 

•There's Roger,' she said. * Twenty-two years 
old, six feet in his stockings, blue eyes and curly 
hair ; son of old Sir Herbert Essendene, our next- 
door neighbour. He shall come and spend the day.' 

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' You shall be blessed for this a thousand-fold !' 
* ril go in and Mrrite a note to him now, before it 
gets too late,* said Mrs. Harrowby, rising. * What 
are the men doing ? I'm thirsty. Wouldn't you 
like a little B. and S. ?' 

The ladies moved away together, the best of 
friends, and silence held the place of their low 
voices and soft laughter and the rustling of many 
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Rosabel was undressing, and had just taken her 
hair down, when somebody knocked at the door. 
She unlocked it, and found her mother outside. 

Mrs. Fairboume came in. 

' I did not know you were going to bed,' she said. 

' I am tired,' said Rosabel, averting her face, and 
beginning to ply the hair-brush again. ' I said good- 
night to Mrs. Harrowby. She excused me.' 

It was a curious fact that Mrs. Fairboume had 
never seen Rosabel with her hair down before. She 
had lovely hair. The woman who was her mother 
admitted it at once. She noted, too, the firm, white, 
well-moulded flesh of the girl's shoulders. Her 
evening dresses should be cut lower in future — 
perhaps. 

' Where have you been all the evening ?* 

' In the bilUard-room and the garden.' 

' Talking to Mr. Braithwaite ?' 

' Yes — and others.' 

Mrs. Fairboume sat down on the edge of the bed. 

' You can go on undressing, as you are tired,' 
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she said. * Rosabel, do you know that Mr. Braith- 
waite is married ?' 

* Of course I do,' responded Rosabel. 

The rose-coloured shades of the candlesticks on 
the dressing-table threw a glow over her face. 

' One would not think so from the manner you 
allow him to adopt towards you. He is too famiUar. 
It looks bad. Remarks have been made already.' 

Rosabel's mechanical performance with the hair- 
brush ceased. She confronted her mother. 

* I know all about it,' she said. ' I heard you and 
Mrs. Harrowby talking in the garden.' 

* You heard ?' 

* I was in the big chair.' 

' Eavesdropping, Rosabel !' 

' I didn't know you were going to talk about me. 
I couldn't help hearing, and then I didn't like to 
move.' 

* You behaved very badly.' 

* I wasn't hiding,' said the girl sullenly. ' And I 
was there first. Why didn't you see me ?' 

Mrs. Fairboume made an impatient gesture. 

' As it happens,' she said, ' it is of no consequence. 
You have only heard what I was going to tell 
you.' 

* I didn't give him the handkerchief,' said Rosabel. 
* He took it.' 

' You should have demanded it back instantly, 
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not return it. Instead, you let him talk to you all 
through dinner.' 

Rosabel ceased to defend herself, and returned 
to her toilet. 

' I am not finding fault with you for the sake 
of finding fault,' continued her mother sharply, * and 
I am not a prude. But you are inexperienced, 
and you must be told, although I know you don't 
like it. I dare say you think you are plajang the 
woman of the world with Braithwaite, but you 
are making a mistake. There is something between 
behaving like a wooden doll — ^which I don't want 
you to do, goodness knows! — ^and attracting too 
much notice. It's the wrong sort of notice. Nobody 
could object to your accepting attention from an 
eligible man, but Braithwaite is the worst sort of 
married man, and he is not going to make a pastime 
of my daughter while I am here to prevent it.' 

The girl looked at her mother with sudden 
curiosity. 

*Are you afraid that I shall fall in love with 
him ?' she asked. 

' I don't think you would be such a fool,' said 
Mrs. Fairboume, * but that isn't the question. 
You must remember, Rosabel, that you have to 
be even more careful, with your past, than the 
average girl. Unfortunately, this Braithwaite knows 
all about you, and it will be said that he is only 
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to remember, and what he must be made to re- 
member, is that you are My Daughter * — she spoke 
in capitals — ' and that he cannot treat you like a 
barmaid.' 

^ I was a barmaid,' said Rosabel. 

* That is why I have to teach you how to behave 
yourself,' replied her mother. * It should not be 
necessary. You ought to be able to perceive 
when a man's attention means respectful admiration 
or impudence. To encourage, or even to condone, 
the latter by silence argues a vulgar mind. For 
God's sake, don't be vulgar, Rosabel ! I am afraid 
that you must have permitted him a great deal 
of latitude formerly, or he would not dare to remind 
you by a look that you met imder other circvun- 
stances. Anyhow, he is a blackguard, and the less 
you have to do with him the better.' 

Rosabel poured water out of the jug in silence. 

' You cannot take it too much to heart that 
the least whisper, in your case, would be fatal. 
Nobody would want to marry you. And I am 
very anxious to see you well married. It would 
be a great relief.' 

The girl gave her an odd bright glance before 
bending over the basin to sponge her face. 

Mrs. Fairboume was meditating. 

' It should be someone who knew nothing,' she 
added, uttering her thoughts aloud. *Some nice 
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* The boy next door ?' asked Rosabel. 

Was it possible that she was sarcastic ? Mrs. 
Fairboume stared incredulously at the profile of 
Rosabel*s rounded cheek, and her colour mounted 
slightly. 

* Oh, you heard that too ! Yes, anyone — 
anyone! she said, * as long as he was a gentleman, 
and I need b€ no longer responsible for you !' 

In the pause that followed the stable dock 
struck twelve. The regular slow chiming seemed 
to emphasize the stillness of the house, and the 
faint rustle of the ivy at the window succeeded 
it Uke the whispering of an unseen ghostly chorus 
on a matter of moment urgently discussed. 

Mrs. Fairboume aroused herself. 

* So late !' She rose, yawning. Her composure 
was restored. ' I thought it wise to warn you. 
The world is censorious. It is only a married woman 
who can afford to play with fire. Good-night, my 
dear.' 

* Good-night/ said Rosabel. 

She relocked the door. Her face looked hot, 
and her eyes still wore the curious expression with 
which she had regarded her mother just now. 

She finished undressing, and got into bed, but 
left the candle alight beside her, and sat up staring, 
her chin on her knees. 

Once more there was silence, silence, as of a 
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the shadows played hide-and-seek among the 
window curtains, and again the i\y whispered a 
message, persistently, as though it could wait no 
longer for its will to be fulfilled. 

Rosabel listened, translating slowly, tmderstand- 
ing dimly, like a child following a language still 
strange, and her heart beat fast. 

' She doesn't care for you, only for herself — 
herself — herself,' the voices whispered. * You might 
be as miserable as you hked as long as nothing 
occurred to disgrace her, and nobody knew.' 

The meaning of the whispers became dearer. 

' It is only fear of a scandal that could bring 
home to her what she has done. She never pro- 
tected you ; she left you exposed to the vulgar 
temptations of a public-house. If you had fallen 
then she would not have cared. Nobody knew 
you — you could have dropped in obscurity like an 
autumn leaf. But now, for money, she has intro- 
duced you to the world as her daughter, and your 
actions reflect upon her pride, and your disgrace 
would be hers. So she is anxious about you for 
her own sake, just as she was anxious formerly to 
hide you in some comer out of the way.' 

The voices became articulate. At last Rosabel 
heard what she had been straining to hear tmcon- 
sciously since she came to Great Cumberland 
Place. 

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been ? Suppose her false pride and heartlessness 
found its due punishment ?' 

Something seemed to crack in the girl's brain 
and admit a flash like hghtning, and all the anguish, 
the resentment, the yearning aspirations which 
for years had filled her breast to the point of 
bursting, culminated in that illumination of mind 
with the passionate thrilling foretaste of a possible 
revenge. 

If that harvest should be reaped which had been 
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Breakfast was a movable feast at The Hermitage. 
It was on the table from eight till ten, and people 
made their own tea or poured out their own coffee, 
and selected from covered silver dishes kept hot 
by an arrangement of spirit lamps on the sideboard. 

Maurice Braithwaite, descending on the stroke 
of nine, found an empty room, and windows standing 
wide to the scented sunshine. 

He took some fish and coffee. Among the letters 
on a side-table he found a couple for himself, and 
opened them with the careless air of an unburdened 
mind. He had no bills, and there was nobody in 
the world he cared twopence about, his wife included. 
He looked clean and smart in a gray suit and white 
tie, and he seated himself leisurely at the table with 
his cup and plate, and reached for the roUs. 

Then something came between him and the 
sunlight, and, glancing up, he saw Rosabel at the 
window. 

' 'Morning, Rosabel.' 

She entered, bare-headed, her straw hat in her 
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hand, treading with a certain light cautiousness 
like a young cat, her eyes fixed warily on him. 
There was something unusual in her manner this 
morning, something he could not define, which 
made him watch her across the room as he had 
caught her watching him from the window. 

' Have you had breakfast ?' 

' No,* said Rosabel dehberately. * I waited for 
you.' 

' Did you ?' He gave a little laugh of mingled 
surprise and amusement. ' Now I call that real 
friendly ! In return, I'll get you your breakfast.' 

' Oh, don't trouble,* said Rosabel. 

' I'U wait upon you for a change !' he said. 
* Sit here beside me. What will you have ? I 
recommend the fish.' 

She seated herself at the table, while he rose to 
wait on her. What would they have said at the 
Angler's Inn ? 

* Been up long ?' he asked. 

* Half an hour.' 

' You're hungry, then ? And you waited for me !' 
He laughed again. ' Good girl !' 

* I guessed you would be late,' she said. 

* Why ?' 

' Oh, you are the sort of person who would be, 
I think, unless you had something very nice to do.' 

* Such as talking to you !' he supplemented, 
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us have breakfast together every morning, shall we, 
Rosabel ?' 

' If you hke,* she said. * But I want mine at 
eight, as a rule, not at nine.' 

* I'll get up at eight, too, if you insist ; but can't 
you make it half-past ?' 

* Very wq|1, half-past eight.' 

There waii a glimmer of a smile on her face. 
His eyes sought hers, and held them. 

' I am still wearing your handkerchief next my 
heart,' he said, and stowed her a comer. ' Look !' 

'That's silly,' said the girl with composure, 

* because you are not in love with me.' 

' I am — madly in love with you !' 

* But it isn't at all proper that you should be,' 
said Rosabel. 

* Do let me forget my wife for ten minutes. 
Are you tr5dng to take away my appetite, you cruel 
girl?' 

^ I think you are making fun of me,' she said. 

* And I don't like people who make fun of me.' 

He was still eating, but his attention was no longer 
absorbed by trout and (Coffee. Again he was per- 
plexed by that subtle something about her which 
was new. In the moment that he paused to find 
an answer it came to him. She was making a 
step forward instead of a step back. If she were 
still a little timid, she was also attracted— or merely 
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not unconscious. Yesterday she had shrunk from 
him with indignation, this morning she held out 
her hand. 

He admired her, and he was the last man in the 
world to be restrained by decency. When nothing 
was given him he begged ; if any woman gave him 
an inch, he took an ell. He never forgot, of course, 
where and how her life had been spent. It was 
absurd to expect a prude to come out of the Angler's 
Inn. She had wanted stirring up, as he had con- 
cluded before, and, unconsciously, it seemed, he 
had done the stirring up. He was gratified. Never 
had so Uttle trouble promised a keener reward. 

' Have some more trout, Rosabel ? No ? Fruit, 
then ?' 

He gave her a dean plate, and took a peach 
himself with a glance at the girl which was full of 
meaning. 

' Do you like peaches, Rosabel ?* 

She nodded. 

' So do I,' he said. ' We all do. Only sometimes 
they're green and bad for us, and sometimes other 
people get the pick of the dish before we're down ! 
The thing is to be down early, eh ?' 

* I don't know what you mean,' she saidi frowning 
at him for the first time that morning. 

* Peaches should be fresh and luscious,' he said^ 
* and with pink cheeks like yours. ... Is Aylmer 
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* They haven't told me.' 

* Do you want a stepfather ?' he asked. 
She reddened. 

* I don't care.' 

* She's a smart woman, your mother, but — 
Lord ! he would be the third, wouldn't he ? A 
plucky fellow, by Jove !' 

' She didn't kill the other two,' said Rosabel, 
prompted by a peculiar inconsistency to defend her 
mother. 

He laughed loudly. 

* Bravo, Rosabel ! you are certainly finding your 
tongue ! Let me pour you out some more coffee.' 

They finished breakfast amicably, and Braith- 
waite had strolled outside, lighting a cigarette, 
while Rosabel lingered to pin on her hat, when 
Aylmer entered. 

He smiled at the girl. 

' You forgot our appointment !' 

* What appointment ?' she asked. 

* Weren't we going to take a walk before breakfast 
on our first morning here ? I reminded you last 
night. I expected you down at seven o'clock. 
Did you oversleep yourself ?' 

* No ; I didn't feel inclined to get up.' 

' So you had breakfast all alone as a punishment !' 
' I had it with Mr. Braithwaite,' she said. 
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* Are you ready, Rosabel ?' 

* Where are you going ?' asked Aylmer. 

* Only into the garden.' 

* May I come too ?' was on the tip of his tongue, 
but he did not utter the question. Instead, he 
turned away, and picked up a newspaper, and over 
the edge of it watched her join Braithwaite. 

Why it should enrage him to see them together 
he did not know, but enrage him it did. He told 
himself that he did not like Braithwaite, and that 
he was an unfit companion for a yoimg girl. An 
intimate acquaintance with the man's antecedents 
was not necessary for his information. Braith- 
waite's ' tone ' had been palpable enough in the 
billiard-room last night. Even before that it had 
been easy enough to gauge him. 

Aylmer opened the newspaper, and read a 
column. When he reached the bottom of it he 
began again labouredly. Then his eyes wandered 
with his thoughts. 

* I shall speak to Amyi' he said aloud. 

The sharp reminder of memory that Rosabel was 
not fresh from the schoolroom or the convent, 
and should have acquired a wide experience in 
pecuUar circumstances, was singularly unwelcome 
to him. The girl was no hothouse bloom, indeed. 
She must have come into contact with a good 
many men, and been left to sift the wheat from 
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Braithwaite in those da}^. As a matter of fact, he 
was her oldest acquamtance at The Hermitage, her 
mother included. 

Aylmer snatched at the paper again, and read a 
divorce case, a leader, and an advertisement for 
somebody's pills, with the air of a judge. 

'All the same, I thought she didn't like him,* 
he mused. 

He was also conscious that he had hoped so. In 
his estimation it soiled her natural cleanliness of 
soul that she should be on friendly terms with a 
man worse than second-rate. She ought to be 
able to discriminate. He had given her credit for 
fine instincts. 

At the back of his mind, too, was disappointment 
that she had not thought it worth while to get up 
for a walk with him, and had not even troubled 
to excuse herself. He had had the idea that she 
liked him, and wotdd take some pains to retain his 
friendship. But the world was full of disappoint- 
ments, and the man who thought that a girl had 
been really sincere with him was probably a fool. 

It was seldom that he was bitter, and presently 
he felt that it was absurd to be offended. The 
incident was not sufficiently important, and he 
chose to look after her ; she should not be left alone 
with Braithwaite. 

He put down the newspaper, and followed them^ 
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tunity, against Braithwaite. She always seemed 
to listen when he spoke to her. Of course, it was 
her mother's place, but Amy 

Again strong irritation awoke in him, this time 
against Mrs. Fairboume. Really, there were duties 
a woman owed to herself, and she was too casual. 
She ought to care, and if she did not, decency would 
assume something. 

He did not know that he wronged her in this 
instance, and would not have cared to know. He 
wanted a scapegoat — anyone instead of Rosabel. 

When he came across the girl she was just stop- 
ping to pick herself a rose. Braithwaite helped to 
pin it in her dress, and their heads and hands 
came close together. They seemed absorbed in 
each other, and unconscious of observation, and a 
reluctance to join them overtook Aylmer. He had 
at least as much right to be with her as Braithwaite^ 
but that horror of being ridiculous, which is the 
nightmare of the modem man, held him back with 
chains. If Rosabel were to look surprised, if 
Braithwaite were to smile sarcastically! He was 
not her brother, nor her guardian, nor even her 
stepfather. In fact, it was not in his power to 
preserve her from undesirable friends. 

He turned away without another glance, and 
went indoors again. In the interval Gledhow, a 
big, stout, red-faced man, had come down, and was 
devouring ham and eggs with a horrible appetite. 

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Aylmer sat apart and watched him, for the 
pleasure of contradicting every assertion he fired 
off between mouthfuk, until the injured man 
struck. 

* You are in a fine temper this morning ! Had a 
bill for breakfast ?' 

* I in a temper ?* exclaimed Aylmer coolly. 
' What an idea !' 

* A beastly temper,* insisted Gledhow. * Have 
some more breakfast.' 

' No ; it is making me quite sick enough to watch 
you. How a man, a normal civilized man, who 
gets three meals a day every day of his life, should 
be able to stoke like that directly he leaves his bed 
is a marvel to me.' 

Gledhow poured out more coffee, and put three 
lumps of sugar in his cup with a seraphic smile. 

* Perhaps you are in love,' he said. 

* It is not astonishing that you grow fatter as 
one looks at you. By-and-by you will be a huge 
unwieldy object like a feather-bed, and you will 
have to have a lift built in your house because you 
can't walk upstairs.' 

' Certainly it is love,' said Gledhow. * Pass the 
toast.' 

Aylmer pushed the rack across the table. 

' Love,' he repeated, meditating, * love ! You 
are so sentimental, Bobby. I remember you wept 
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I took you to the theatre, and said you had a 
cold/ 

* I've been savmg up to buy you a wedding- 
present for ever so long,* said Gledhow, * and still 
no httle cards come.* 

Aylmer rose from the bottom of a well. His 
tongue had been talking, not his brain. 
' Eh ?* he queried vaguely. 

* Oh, for the hot impetuous blood of youth ! 
You're fishy, that's what you are — ^fishy !' Gledhow 
sniffed contempt. * You've got anaemic because 
you don't believe in breakfast. By the time you are 
niy age you'll be a dried-up, withered old bachelor.' 

' What a splendid reader of character you are !' 
said Aylmer. * You are wasting yourself on canvas 
and paint. You ought to set up as a fortune- 
teller in Bond Street.' 

* Fishy,' repeated Gledhow, nodding. ' Ah, here 
comes Mrs. Fairboume. I'm going to ask her if 
she doesn't agree with me.' 

Aylmer smiled. 
' Go on,' he said. 

* Is that a dare ?' murmured the other man< 
chuckling. 

' I don't know what you mean,' said Aylmer. 
* You can go to the devil !' 

All the women came in. They had breakfasted 
upstairs, and Were ready for walking. 

' The programme,' said Mrs. Harrowby, * is golf 

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for four, and fishing for three, I believe, till lunch. 
What will the girl do, Amy ?' 

' She can come with us to the golf course. Where 
is she ?' 

* I saw her in the garden with Braithwaite,' said 
Aylmer. 

Mrs. Fairboume bit her lip, and went to the 
window. 

* We^are all coming out,' said Mrs. Harrowby. 
Aylmer fetched his hat. When he rejoined the 

others on the lawn Rosabel and Braithwaite were 
with them, and a rose — the flower which seemed so 
intimately associated with Rosabel by name — ^was 
in Braithwaite*s button-hole. 

Something rapped Aylmer sharply on the heart. 
He knew before he looked that Rosabel's rose 
was gone, and that it was the identical one which 
now adorned the man's coat. He must have asked 
for it, and she had given it to him. 

It was only a trifle, but the blood rushed to 
Aylmer's head, and he felt hot ; it ebbed, and he 
was white and a little shaky. He remembered 
having just that sensation once when^ as a boy, a 
woman had first looked at him. It made him 
realize. . . . 

The revelation was almost a shock. He stood 
silent with a drumming in his ears. Yes, he was 
jealous with the jealousy of passion. If he could 
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another man. He wanted her all to himself — ^her 
thoughts as well as her words, her eyes, her smiles. 
And she was only a girl as other girls. There 
was nothing so remarkable about her. She was 
not a beauty, she was not clever; she had been 
brought up in a way of which he disapproved 
entirely — in a way which would have frightened off 
many men ; at their first meeting he had scarcely 
looked at her. Why was it ? 

Already he knew that his feeling for her was 
entirely different from anything the mother or any 
other woman had ever inspired in him. He had 
admired Amy Fairboume's elegance, her tact, her 
cultivation, her knowledge of the worid ; Rosabel 
had none of these things, and he loved her. He 
was so keen that it made him boil to see her 
walking and talking with Braithwaite. The rose 
Braithwaite wore was like an insult to him, an 
insult which he would have liked to revenge with 
a blow ! He despised while he analyzed himself. 
He had been so cool and cautious, as reluctant to 
take a step forward as a cat on ice, and now he was 
ready at a glance from a girl of nineteen to risk 
ever3^hing. 

But he must have the glance. He was not the 
man to court a refusal. There would have to be 
some assurance on her part. And at present it 
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She had even snubbed him. And the rose she had 
picked was in Braithwaite's button-hole. Braith- 
waite, who had no right whatever to expect it, was 
the recipient of marked favour. 

If she had been another girl he would have 
called her a coquette, but he did not believe Rosabel 
capable of any nonsense of that kind. Ai^ almost 
brutal sincerity was hers by nature. When she 
was hungry she ate, when she was tired she went 
to bed, when she was pleased she smiled, when she 
was angry she scowled. She could not play with 
a man for mere amusement. Although Braith- 
waite was out of the game, Aylmer feared that 
she really cared for him, and grew exceedingly 
bitter over such evidence of bad taste. He 4id not 
say to himself in as many words, ' The girl who 
is attracted by that animal cannot appreciate me,' 
but he felt it. It would have pleased him to kick 
Braithwaite out of The Hennitage gate. 

A grimly humorous conception of his own 
folly set him smiting at last. After all, time was 
before him, and the vertigo which had attacked 
his self-confidence passed over. He would wait 
a bit. By-and-by she would timi to him again. 
She did like him ; he was sure of that. The only 
sa«e course would be to take no notice^ and welcome 
her without conmient whenever she chose to come. 

The state of his emotions did not put his hand 
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who had chosen the players mstead of the fishers, 
without perceptible concern. Braithwaite was 
playing too ; was that why she had come ? 

Sometimes she walked with him, but the greater 
part of the morning she wandered alone with 
self-absorbed face, picking wild flowers, or resting 
on the grass, while the sun kissed her roimd peachy 
face to a still warmer glow. 

Aylmer crossed a meadow to speak to her at last. 
His manner was as usual, betraying no imder- 
current of any kind even to Mrs. Fairboume's 
keen-eyed jealousy. 

' Are you weaving daisy-chains, Rosabel ?' 

' I left off doing that when I was ten years old,' 
she said, looking up with the sun in her eyes. 

* Day-dreams, then, the privilege of maiden- 
hood !' 

She flushed. He noticed that her lashes and 
her hair were golden in the brilliant bath of light. 

* Who is winning ?* she asked. 

' Your friend Braithwaite is doing very well.* 
' He says he is good at all sports.* 
' Does he ?* Aylmer was bitter. * Probably he 
devotes his life to them.' 

* Is he beating you ?' 

The question was so singularly pointed that he 
flinched. But she looked innocent. 

*At present he seems to have the advantaga, 
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* I shouldn't play games unless I had a good 
chance,' she said. ^ I should hate being beaten.' 

* That's a spirit which leads to jealousy and 
endless strife and discontent.' 

* I can't help it, I've got it,' said the girl, locking 
her hands round her knee as she sat on the grass. 
* I am jealous, and I should like always to be first.' 

She knew herself ; she had got it. The heaviness 
of the lower part of her face, the determined set 
of her lips, the straight brows on the broad forehead, 
the fire of mingled defiance and resentment a word 
could kindle in her eyes, the dehberation with which 
she spoke when she spoke at all, were indelible signs 
of character. 

*In fact, you want your own way,' he said, 
*and are ready to hate everyone who won't let 
you have it !' 

* Yes,' she admitted. 

* And your self-depreciation is a form of vanity. 
If people won't think you first-rate, you turn sulky, 
and pretend that you don't care what they think, 
and would rather have nothing at all to do with 
them ! You will give all or nothing, receive all or 
nothing; be everything, or let yourself go, and 
refuse to make the best of the gifts you have.' 

Rosabel stared at him ; her mouth opened. 
' Is that true ?' 

* Y — yes. How did you know ?' 

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* Do you ever talk like this to mother ?' she in- 
quired sapiently. 

He smiled. 

' No.' 

' Why don't you ?' 

* She wouldn't appreciate it.' 

The girl plucked a blade of grass to nibble. 

* You are the only woman I ever met,' he added, 
* who would admit her faults !' 

* And yet you said I was vain !' Rosabel was 
deeply interested. 

' So you are, but you have counteracting qualities 
rare in your sex. You are absolutely truthful, 
and you have a logical mind. With such a com- 
bination of virtues one ought to be able to trust 
you not to do anything foolish.' 

* How — foolish ?' she queried. 

* Oh, any of the usual things done by girls who 
are weak, and sentimental in the wrong way, and 

silly. For instance, you wouldn't ' He checked 

himself on the verge of saying * run away with a 
groom,' and substituted : ' You wouldn't throw 
your life away on a drunkard, a profligate, a thief. 
And you wouldn't think it was amusing and smart to 
start a vulgar flirtation with a fast man you did not 
mean to marry — or a man who already had a wife.' 

Rosabel's cheeks flamed. Her lids drooped, 
then lifted again. She regarded him steadily with 
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*A girl of that sort doesn't attract envy or 
admiration, whatever she may imagine,' he pursued 
quietly. ' Women sneer and men smile — ^unkindly 
in both cases. I should never feel uneasy about 

* Of course you needn't,' she said. * I don't 
matter to you.' 

* That is a mistake. I should be sorry to see 
anyone make a fool of you — ^and sorrier still to see 
you make a fool of yourself.' 

* On mother's account, of course !' 

* On your own account as weU.' 

Rosabel tugged at another grass-stalk, wrenching 
it up by the root, and bent her head over it as she 
picked it to pieces with shaky hands. 

' Nobody will ever make a fool of me,' she said 
at last. 

* I am sure not. Have I not said that I think 
you are sensible and trustworthy ?' 

* You only pretend to think so.' 

* What a sceptic you are !' 

' Oh, I know,' she said darkly. 

* What do you know ?' 

She would not answer or look up, and he was 
called at that moment back to the game. 

But as he left her Rosabel looked after him 
under her thick lashes with a resentftd air. 

* Of course mother set him on me,' she thought. 
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She hated herself for the stupidity of plajdng 
into his hands. He would carry away the idea 
that she had been impressed by his remarks, and 
her mother would be pleased. Did he imagine 
that she could not see through his affected spon- 
taneity, and understand the motive which had 
brought him strolling so carelessly to her side ? 

The glow in her cheeks deepened as she mused. 
Once more he had forced the armour of her reserve, 
and got something, if ever so little, for his pains. 
She had decided to keep him outside like the rest, 
to range him with her mother on the other side, 
he who was her mother's friend, and again he had 
taken her unawares, and she had been herself with 
him. 

It should never happen again. He should not 
influence her. She had made up her mind last 
night as she lay staring at the dark, and when once 
Rosabel knew her own mind she could display a 
strength and tenacity of purpose almost terrible 
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Nothing escaped Mrs. Fairboume's eyes. She had 
seen Aylmer's tendency to wander towards Rosabel 
that morning, and their earnest if brief conversa- 
tion, arid made a determined effort to capture her 
errant knight that afternoon when the question of 
driving cropped up. 

There was a landau, and a dog-cart, and the 
governess-car belonging to the children, therefore 
everybody could go who chose, and Mrs. Fairboume 
marked the dog-cart for herself and Aylmer. 

* I haven't handled the ribbons for years,' she 
said, ' but I think I am equal to that quiet bay of 
yours. May, and I feel energetic this afternoon.' 

' Very well, dear,' said Mrs. Harrowby amiably. 
' Will you take somebody ?' 
' Mr. Aylmer, may I take you ?' 

* Delighted,' he said. It was impossible to refuse. 
Gledhow chuckled. 

' You are a brave man, by Jove !' 

* What do you mean ?' she demanded a trifle 
sharply. 

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* To trust himself with you. That mare isn't so 
quiet.' 

* How rude you are !' she said, relieved. 

* Would not a man risk death for the sake of 
such fair company ?' asked Aylmer. * He is jealous, 
dear lady, because you did not ask him. The 
green-eyed monster is a disgusting reptile.' 

' Disgusting yourself,' said Gledhow. 

* Now, Bobby, Bobby, be pohte,' said his wife. 

* Smack him, and send him to bed, Mrs. Gledhow,' 
suggested Harrowb5^ 

' He shan't have any sugar in his tea,' she 
promised. 

Gledhow got out a handkerchief and howled. 

Rosabel thought they were all very silly. She 
despised childishness as much as horse-play. 
Tragedy she could imderstand, not comedy. A 
sense of humour is one of the things which, like a 
complexion, cannot be acquired at adult age. 

The dog-cart came roimd, and Aylmer assisted 
Mrs. Fairboume up, and moimted beside her. She 
thought she had been very clever, but the ease 
with which he had submitted was neither laziness 
nor helplessness. He was quite aware of her state 
of mind, and not a single manoeuvre on her part 
escaped his notice. She had caught a tartar for 
once. As she insisted upon a t&e-i-t&e, she should 
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quite alone. When a country lane received them 
in its green arms, Aylmer broke the silence. 

' Your reins are too slack.' 

She tightened them. 

*So?* 

* Better. That is one of the faults of the amateur 
— a commoner one than jagging the poor brute's 
jaw. You want just to feel his mouth.' 

* My heart is tender,' she said. * I like to allow 
\ even a horse as much latitude as is good for him.' 

* But over-indulgence spoils the child.' 
• * They say so.' 

' I have been talking to Rosabel,' he added, after 
a pause. * Have you noticed anything ?' 

* Noticed ?' she repeated. * What do you mean ?' 

* Girls want advice sometimes,' he said. 
She touched up the bay with the whip. 

* But they don't know it, and sometimes they 
won't take it !' 

* She is very young.' 

* And as obstinate as a mule !' 

' I think you exaggerate,' he said coldly. ' She 
only wants telling.' 

' What ?' 

*Not to be quite so pleasant to Braithwaite. 
He is the wrong sort. He might misunderstand.' 

' You, too !' she cried in a rage. 

' Somebody else has mentioned it ?' 

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' Then everybody has noticed already, and k is 
not my fancy !' 

*She is a little animal, that is the fact of 
the matter!' declared Mrs. Fairboume furiously. 
* What else could she be ? It is in the blood/ 

He turned white and red and white again. 

* Why did you make me send for her ?' she asked. 
' Why, on the contrary, did you ever send her 

away ?' 

* You know I couldn't help it I' 

* You might have had her four years ago. You 
didn't want her.' 

* I didn't. What then?' 

*The girl has been shamefully neglected* In 
spite of it she is wonderful.' 

* Oh, ah ! I thought you were finding fault with 
her a moment ago I' 

* No ; I only suggested that youth and inexperience 
was entitled to advice from experience and age.* 

She flushed. Then she looked in his eyes, and 
her anger was frightened away by his. A thrill 
ran down her spine. She turned cold. 

An awful silence fell. The ring of the hoofs on 
the hard road seemed to her scarcely loud enough 
to cover the beating of her heart. 

She began to choke. When she dared to speak 
at last her voice quivered with mortification and 
nervousness and anguish at her enforced humility. 

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He remained silent. 

' I am quite frightened I* 

' Indeed !' He was sardonically polite. 

' I shall cry in a moment/ she said. ' Oh, Alec, 
we have been such good friends ! You can't wish 
to quarrel with me ?' 

' There is nothing I desire less.' 

' Then don't cut your words with a razor — ^and 
call me by my name I' 

* If you Uke — ^Amy.' ( * 
' Now you are your old dear self again !' 

He denied it mentally. But she declined to 
perceive his lukewammess, deceived herself with 
insincere jubilation, as she would deceive him, 
shifted the reins to pat him on the arm with a 
fluttering, caressing glove. 

* It is annoying to be buUied when one is doing 
one's best,' she added. * I have spoken to Rosabel. 
Of course I shall look after her.' 

' I am glad to hear it.' 

* So we can talk about something else. Your 
twelve himdred poimds, for instance. I have a 
cheque for you in my pocket.' 

' No hurry, you know.' 

' There is nothing in the world so pleasant as 
to be able to discharge one's debts. I am quite 
flourishing now, and eyer so much obliged to you. 
If I can be of use at any time, please — ^please do say.* 

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* Do you mean that you could never want money, 
or that you would not tell me if you did ?' 

' Both.' 

* You wouldn't give me the pleasure of doing 
anything for you ! It is always the way. Men 
can do without women — ^but women cannot do 
without men.' 

*The proposition is not self-evident,' he said, 
^ and your sex is not usually so hmnble.' 

Her eyes filled without any effort. Despite the 
fact, she knew very well what she was doing. Now 
if ever was the time to reclaim him. 

^ I see that you have not forgiven me yet,' she 
said, * and that whatever I say will be wrong. I 
have dared to disparage Rosabel, who you have 
taken imder your protection. One would think 
you were the jealous parent, and / the stranger.' 

' The di^arity between a girl of nineteen and a 
man of thirty-two is scarcely so great,' he replied 
with annoyance. ^ I do not think the idea would 
suggest itself to everyone.' 

* Since when have you begun to interpret me 
literally ?' She bit her lips ; the subject was a 
sore one. ^ Of course, I mean that you seem to 
think it necessary to protect her against me/ As 
though, in spite of my talk, I hadn't her interests 
deeper at heart than you can have. You give me 
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'You, should not turn a comer so shaq)ly/ he 
said. * The cart was on one wheel.' 

' There are moments,' she said, * when I hate you 
— and this is one of them !' 

She permitted a big tear to brim over and run 
down without averting her face. He could not help 
seeing it. 

* What have I done ?' he asked quietly, after an 
interval. 

* You have hurt me.' 

* I am sorry.* 

* We were friends before you heard of her. Say 
she shall not come between us. Alec !' 

He felt warm. Now was his opportunity to 
speak out and clear the sulphurous atmosphere. 
But she was crying, and he still had some feeling 
for her — ^the sentiment, half pity, which lingers with 
a good-natured man after his fancy for a woman 
who likes him is passed, and his conscience was not 
quite at ease. 

While he was hesitating a motor overtook them, 
and, passing rapidly, startled the mare, which 
began to rear and back. There was a pretty deep 
ditch behind them. 

* Give me the reins,' said Aylmer, ' and sit still.' 
She had nerve enough to obey, but the dog-cart 

overturned at the same moment. 

Aylmer disentangled himself, and seized the 
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was broken. He unfastened the traces with some 
difficulty, and tied the animal to a gate. Then he 
turned to look for Mrs. Fairboume. 

She had pitched clear, and was sitting on a grassy 
bank, very white, but self-controlled. 

* Are you hurt ?' he asked anxiously. 

* I don't think there are any bones broken,* she 
replied, * but I am bruised, and the teeth were nearly 
shaken out of my head.' Then the woman who 
loved him cried out : * There is blood upon your 
cheek I' 

' It is nothing at all,' he said. ^ A mere scratch.' 
' You are hurt,' she persisted, ' and you won't 
tell me I' 
^ I assure you that it is nothing.' 

* I hate the sight of blood,' she said, ' and — ^and 
it's been such a shock.' 

To his horror she fainted on the roadside. 

Here was a predicament! He could not leave 
her alone, and he could not procure assistance 
otherwise. 

His attitude of concern over her tumbled finery 
was quite lover-like. He was a man, so he wondered 
if she were dead, and if he would ever forgive him- 
self, in that case, for his coldness and sarcasm and 
harsh thoughts. It seemed that she really loved 
him, poor thing ! 

* Amy,' he murmured, touching her, ' for God's 
sake !' 

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Not even the flutter of an eyelid rewarded his 
appeal until quite an intolerable period had 
passed, then she opened her eyes, and sought his 
hand. 

*You might have been killed,' she murmured. 
^ My heart stood still. Kiss me !' 

She offered him her lips. 

He stooped automatically, came within a hair's 
breadth of self-betrayal. If he kissed her, Rosabel's 
mother. ... It was impossible ! There had been 
nothing like that between them so far, and he could 
not forego his chance with the girl. Why should 
he? 

Wheels approached. A pony-chaise was in sight. 
For the second time that afteitioon he was released 
from a painful predicament. An elderly gentleman 
in a clerical hat and tie occupied the pony-chaise, 
and reined in abreast of them. 

* Dear me !' he said, ^ I am afraid you have had 
an accident ! I hope sincerely that the lady is 
unhurt?' 

* No serious damage done,' replied Aylmer, with 
the cheerfulness of the man who is grateful to 
Providence. * But I don't quite know what to 
do. We are staying at The Hermitage, and Mrs. 

- Fairboume is unable to walk ' 

* Allow me the pleasure of assisting you,' said the 
stranger. ' I am the Rev. Horace Walker, Vicar 
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If your friend — ^Mrs. Fairboume, I believe you said ? 
— will trast herself to my staid old pony' — ^the 
worthy vicar beamed on them through glasses — 
* I shall be delighted to convey you both home.' 

* Thanks. I must remain with the horse and trap, 
but if you would give Mrs. Fairboume a lift I should 
be grateful.' 

* Why not come with us ?' she asked. * You are 
hurt more than I am. Mr. Walker would be kind 
enough, perhaps, to allow you to tie that stupid 
beast on behind. The dog-cart will be all right in 
the ditch.' 

' I am afraid the mare's knees are cut, and she 
must be led slowly,' replied Aylmer. ' I must 
take a Uttle care of poor Harrowby's property. 
It would be better, I think, if you went on alone 
with Mr. Walker.' 

She was too shaky to argue. He helped her to 
the pony-chaise. She leaned heavily on his arm. 

* Mr. Walker will take care of you, I am sure,' 
he said. * You'll recover diiectly.' 

* I — I was so upset,' she murmured. Deep colour 
suffused her face. 

* Of course,' murmured Aylmer soothingly. * But 
you have a lot of pluck.' 

Between the platitudes with which the good 
vicar regaled her. she pondered these phrases. 

* But you have a lot of pluck. . . . You'll recover 
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They were capable of two interpretations. Other 
signs were as ambiguous. If he had been very 
eager he might have risked the kiss in defiance 
of the approaching pony-chaise ; on the other 
hand, he hated to be ridiculous. 

* You'll recover directly.* 

* Shall I ?• she wondered. *ShaUI?' 

A chestnut-leaf, already sere and yellow, rustled 
to her lap from an overhanging bough. She looked 
at it with eyes startled by a horrible suggestion. 
But the sununer of her life was not over. She was 
not getting old yet— not yet. He could not have 
been brutal enough to mean that time, age, which 
dulls the senses, blimts the passions, soothes alike 
craving and regret, was to be her cure ? He must 
be fond of her. They had been together so much, 
and he had always seemed pleased. 

She tossed the leaf away. 

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Aylmer descended to dinner with a patch of 
sticking-plaster on his cheek which the women 
found becoming. Mrs. Fairboume did not put in 
an appearance at all. It was understood that she 
had been seriously shaken, and could not remember 
what had happened between the upsetting of the 
dog-cart and the arrival of the pcmy-chaise. The 
vicar, who had been invited to remain, gave a thrill- 
ing narrative of the scene of disaster and the 
fainting lady by the roadside. Aylmer ate his 
dinner solemnly, speechless. He was wondering 
how she would sleep to-night, and how she would 
meet him to-morrow with the memory of that 
imrewarded abasement between them. He was 
sorry for her. He would have liked to send her 
word that she could put what had happened out 
of her mind for ever, as he would, but even to allude 
to it would aggravate the wound. 

Was it a sort of pity for the mother which kept 
him away from the daughter that evening ? Had 
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such consideration lest it should be misunderstood. 
But her absence inspired him with the reluctance 
a man might feel at making love to a new sweet- 
heart over the grave of the old. If it had not been 
that he would not leave Rosabel, he would have 
arranged to be recalled to London in the morning. 
Nevertheless, his concern on the lady's behalf did 
not spoil his sleep, while she lay awake half the night. 

Had she lost him irretrievably ? It looked like it. 
But she was resolved that he should not have Rosabel. 

* Never — ^never while I live,' she muttered 
incoherently. * His mother-in-law ! It would be 
the nightmare of a French farce !' 

Where a vacuum had represented maternal love 
in her breast the hatred of jealousy now reigned. 
Rosabel was an incubus — a, para^te sucking her 
youth from her, making her ridiculous. Every 
time people looked at this great, fully-developed 
girl they must remember that she was the daughter 
of a woman who still wished to be attractive and 
desired. She could not even take a year off her 
age, while other women older than herself were 
posing as her jimiors. Thirty-seven ! Why, she 
must seem middle-aged to a man of thirty-two! 
His first recession might date from the day he 
realized it. And he might even suspect that she 
was more than she said. 

' But he shall not marry Rosabel,' she told herself 
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Fortunately, she does not seem to be thinking about 
him, although I fancied at one time. • . . This 
Braithwaite seems to be absorbing her. What a 
pity nothing can come of it !' 

She held her breath for a moment. Could nothing 
come of it ? Experience told her that it was un- 
usual, after aU, for a girl to fall in love with a 
married man ; girls were always too anxious to get 
married themselves. Probably it was Rosabel's 
vanity alone which was touched, and she would 
forget Braithwaite a fortnight after the party dis- 
persed. But meanwhile — she was foolish, and 
Aylmer fastidious. Already he was on the watch, 
and annoyed. If he became disgusted with the 
natural woman he had lauded — ^nam^ly, Rosabel — 
there might be a reaction in favour of civilization 
and herself ? At any rate, the situation was worthy 
of judicious treatment. The r61e of careful mother 
was hers of necessity, but could it not be played 
in a manner to uphpld her credit without injuring 
her interests ? She reckoned upon opposition 
spurring Rosabel's obstinacy to greater lengths, and 
perhaps did not reckon in vain. 

When she confronted Aylmer cmce more her 
manner was admirable. 

* I am afraid I made a fool of myself yesterday,' 
she said, with an air of candour which deceived the 
audience at least. *Did I burst into tears and 
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' Scarcely,* he said, smiling. * You were a little 
upset, that is all.' 

* My nerves used to be splendid,' she murmured. 
* I don't know what has happened to them 
lately.' 

During the ensuing week things seemed to drift 
without violent shocks. Mrs. Fairboume sought 
Aylmer furtively but diligently, while Aylmer 
sought Rosabel in vain. Braithwaite was the 
only one who seemed to score. He monopolized 
Rosabel without an effort of resistance on her 
part. Indoors and out, in their walks and drives 
and picnics, it was these two who were alwa3rs 
together. 

* One would think that you and Mr. Braithwaite 
were engaged,' said Mrs. Fairboume to her daughter 
once. ' What db you find to say to him ?' 

T^ ' Oh, we talk about all sorts of things,' said 
Rosabel serenely. 

* But chiefly about him ?' 

' Yes, he likes to talk about himself.' 

* You remember what I said to you in your bed- 
room that night ?' 

^ Rosabel nodded. 

' I might have supposed that you had forgotten 
already. But I never expect you to obey me. I 
have a good mind to send you home to-morrow.' 

She had no intention of doing an}rthing of the 
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new scheme, which was to exhibit Rosabel at her 
worst to Ayhner's watchful eyes. 

In many subtle ways the woman played her hand 
against the girl, each in ignorance of the other's 
purpose. 

It was the mother's reprimand, as often as not, 
which drew attention to some favour shown to 
Braithwaite by Rosabel. It was Mrs. Fairboume's 
visible annoyance which accentuated the existence 
of this undesirable intimacy between her daughter 
and this man. While seeming to restrain, she 
sought, needlessly, as it happened, to urge. Each 
pained smile, or angry glance, or maternal rebuke 
she administered before others emphasized the 
gravity of her displeasure and its cause, and called 
down judgment on the defiant Rosabel. 

Aylmer, watching the girl with jealous affection, 
became more and more perplexed. He had really 
given her credit for common-sense, high ideals, far 
deeper feelings than any of these women were 
capable of, although they were articulate, having 
a thousand words for every borrowed idea and 
sentiment, and she was half dumb, feeling the more 
that her emotions were hidden in the grave which 
her rage with life had dug. 

The girl who had talked to him in the moonlight 
by the sea, gasping out her soul — ^and Braith- 
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lently. That he kept it at all proved the utility 
of habit. At times he came near to hating her — 
the insult it was to him, eligible, to be passed over 
ior this cad ! There must be an explanation. She 
could not be so stupid, vulgar-minded. He could 
not be deceived. 

So he raged and questioned alternately, but never 
gave her up or ceased to watch. She was possessed 
by a temporary infatuation which would pass. He 
would draw her to him still. These were the decisions 
of hopeful moments. In despondency anger was his 
chief passion, and he felt that she had already raised 
a barriert between them which could not be thrown 
down. Even if she were her old self again next 
week, would his pride be able to forget the tem- 
porary defeat which had humbled him ? He pon- 
dered the question a whole morning, and after all 
it was a chance glance from the girl's eyes which 
answered it. She had a puppy in her arms, and 
seemed spontaneous at the moment, as though the 
restraint she had placed upon herself were forgotten 
in a bubbling gu^ of youth. 

* IsnH he a dear !' 

* You love animals ?' he asked. 

* Yes,' she said. * If they once love you, they 
love you always. They don't have whims and 
moods, as people do.' 

* As you do, for instance, Rosabel !' 

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* I deny that !* 

* I care for people who care for me.* 

* " Care " is a word of wide significance. There 
are twenty different ways of caring, and not all of 
them are good.' 

* I know that.* She held the puppy's soft warm 
coat against her cheek. * One may hate, for instance. 
That's "caring."* 

* And love foolishly.* 
Rosabel was silent. 

* Or sinfully,* he added. 

She gave him a curious longing look. Her lips 
opened, but after all she did not speak. 

It was that look which turned the scale in her 
favour once more, and told him that he would 
always want her, and be ready to forgive and forgive 
again. 

Nevertheless, that very evening they nearly 
quarrelled. She would go out of doors after dinner 
with Braithwaite, although her mother had bidden 
her remain in the house, and Aylmer came upon 
them suddenly in the garden. He could have 
sworn that Braithwaite's arm was round her waist 
before they saw him. It was intoleraUe. He 
could scarcely command his voice as he addressed 
her. 

* Your mother sent me to find you, Rosabel.* 

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* You are to go in at once/ His own anger spoke 
in the imperious conunand. 

* But it is pleasant out here,' she said. ' I don't 
care to go in.' 

* Am I to tell her that you will not come ?' 
Braithwaite intervened with characteristic cool- 
ness. 

* Oh, say you couldn't find us !' 

* Thank you ; I was speaking to Miss Fair* 
bourne.' 

* Rosabel doesn't mind me answering for her, do 
you, Rosabel ?' 

' No,' said the girl. It was dark, and Aylmer 
could only see a pale blur representing the face 
which she turned towards him. ' I am not coming 
yet,' she added deliberately. ' It isn't bedtime, and 
it's hot in the house.' 

He could find nothing more to say, and they were 
waiting for him to go. 

A boyish impulse to catch Braithwaite by the 
throat twitched his fingers. On reflection maturer 
counsel prevailed, and he would have liked to shake 
Rosabel. Oh, how he would have liked it I Even 
to box her ears. He said, ' Minx !' under his breath 
as he strolled away, and then his ears, straining 
despite himself, caught a low-spoken phrase from 
the girl, followed by a laugh from the man. 

* Of course, mother sent him.' 

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* I don't care/ 

The voices became inaudible to Aylmer. Why 
had he listened ? He despised his own paltriness^ 
and would have given a year of his life to hear 
more. 

* In the next stage of fatuity I shall be peeping 
through keyholes and listening at doors!' he thought. 
* One grows demoralized.' 

He meant to convey Rosabel's defiance to her 
mother verbatim, but softened it mechanically 
when he reached the house. 

* She will be in presently.' 

* I said " at once !" ' 

' Mr. Braithwaite has forgotten his game of 
bridge,' murmured Mrs. Harrowby in her sweet, 
low, languid, affected voice. * He doesn't seem to 
care as much about it as he used to do.' 

She said one thing, and called attention to 
another. Everybody was silent after she had 
spoken, thinking, and glances passed between the 
Gledhows. 

Mrs. Fairboume rose in apparent vexation. 

* Rosabel will be worn out,' she said. * She has 
been on her feet all day. I must really insist upon 
her coming in at once. Why will girls always over- 
do everything ?' 

* Shall I help you to find her ?' asked Aylmer. 

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emerged from the house, and raised her face to look 
at the stars. 

^ So fine a night/ she said — ^ so peaceful, and yet 
I am all uncharitableness ! Rosabel is really too 
bad. The little hussy I what does she mean by it ?' 

^That is what I want to know/ said the man 
between his teeth. 

She laughed softly, allowing her eyes to sink from 
the dark, freckled sky to his face. 

* So you are getting angry, too !' 

' Not serioudy — superficially. The whde thing's 
too trivial. I confess I can't understand. , . . What 
girl in her senses could — cot$ld ^ 

* Why not ?' she asked slightingly^* * She's a 
little animal, and naturally responds to the male 
animal, that is all. I told you that you took her 
too seriously.' 

^ I think I have heard you say that before, or 
something like it,' he said in a low tone. ^ It is 
harsh.' 

' I have made a study of Rosabel as weU as you 
have, and — ^women always find each other out.' 

* I believe she understands you.* 

* Does she ?' He knew she glanced at him, but 
was ba£3ed by the night. ' Why do you think so ?' 

' She has said things.' 
' Tell me,' she said inquisitively. 
^No! We were talking about Rosabd. What 
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* Can you not leave that to me ? A hint is no 
use. One must use a sledge-hammer with Rosabel. 
Why didn't she obey me ?' 

He hung back with an impulse of cowardice when 
they found the girl and Braithwaite. But Rosabel 
deserved a scolding. He would not defend her 
to-night. 

* I sent for you, Rosabel,' said her mother. * Why 
did you not come at once instead of giving me the 
trouble of fetching you ?' 

* I told Mr. Aylmer that I didn't wish to 
come.' 

* Did you ? Most impertinent I Don't keep me 
waiting, please.' 

* Why do you want me, mother ?' 

* I decline to be questioned,* said Mrs. Fairboume 
sharply. * I sent for you ; that is enough.' 

* Your httle girl isn't such a very little girl, you 
know, Mrs. Fairboume,' said Braithwaite, * and we 
are feeling so happy outside.' 

* I regret to disturb your felicity,' she retorted 
sarcastically. ' Come, Rosabel.' 

The girl turned with open reluctance to accom- 
pany her mother. Braithwaite lingered to light a 
cigarette, and Aylmer, not choosing to wait for him, 
followed the women to the house. 

Mrs. Fairboume's voice, low and bitter, appeared 
to take no heed of him. In reality, her words were 
intended more for his ears than for Rosabel's. 

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* You don't know how to behave/ she said. * If 
you must be a barmaid, you shall go back to the 
Angler's Inn. I won't have you disgracing yourself 
and me before my friends. Everybody is getting 
disgusted with you.' 

Rosabel made no reply. 

* I wish to God that you'd answer when I 
speak to you!' cried her mother, in a gust of 
genuine passion. ' Your behaviour this evening has 
been insufferable— insufferable ! Are you going to 
apologize ?' 

* No,' said Rosabel bluntly. 

' Rosabel, Rosabel !' murmured Aylmer. 

They had reached the Ught which streamed out of 
the house, and paused to look at each other before 
entering. The girl met him with red face, and eyes 
strangely bright and fierce. 

' Don't go away for a moment, Mrs. Fairboume,' 
he begged. ' This is most regrettable. Rosabel, I 
am sure you are sorry on second thoughts.' 

* Fm not !' declared the girl, with a hysterical 
gulp, which was unUke her ; and she ran into the 
house and upstairs. 

Mrs. Fairboume laughed faintly. She was re- 
covering herself, and might have been a little 
pleased at his futile interference. 

' You see ! She has as little respect for you as 
for me, my friend !' 

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great effort of justice. ' I have no authority over 
her, after all.' 

* But I am her mother/ 

* Ah, you reminded her of it so late,' he said softly, 
* You said yourself that the proper feeling between 
you could not be bom full-grown. Have patience. 
I am sure she has a heart. If you can convince her 
that you love her, she will worship the ground under 
your feet.' 

She wished to answer that she neither desired 
Rosabel's affection nor had any to offer as a bait, 
but felt that it would be unwise to say so. 

Meanwhile, Rosabel locked her bedroom door 
after her as though she were pursued, and sank 
panting on the edge of her bed. 

* I'm disgracing her before her friends. Every- 
body is getting disgusted with me!' repeated the 
girl aloud. * And she is frightened — frightened !' 

A feverish exultation animated her. She did 
not like Maurice Braithwaite any better to-day 
than she had ever liked him. But her mother was 
becoming uneasy. Already there was a foretaste 
of revenge in her mouth — ^revenge sweeter than 
sweets had ever been to the child whose rich nature 
had been allowed to run wild. Not that she was 
happy, for real happiness can only exist with peace 
of mind. She was triumphant, that was alL Her 
head swam in the vertigo of moral intoxication. 

She thought of her mother, and then of Aylmer, 

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and again of her mother. The man's eyes haunted 
her with a reproach which brought a little pain to 
her heart. 

But she was glad she had defied him. He would 
no longer pester her with advances she did not 
choose to welcome, patronize her for her mother's 
sake. No true friendship could ever exist between 
them. He belonged to the other side. 

At the moment she was glad that she had nobody. 
She derived a fierce joy from the fact that she was 
alone — alone, quite alone, that there was not a soul 
\i^o had any right to her loyalty and affection. like 
an eaglet perched on a mountain crag, she looked 
down on humanity, and hated it. She would not 
have given up her isolation in this mood ; there was 
something tragic in it, which appealed to her uncon- 
scious craving for romance. It was something, after 
all, to be quite different from other girls. It was 
something to feel that her life was in her own hands 
to be disposed of as she chose. It was picturesque 
and splendid, if sad, to be situated as she was 
towards her mother and her mother's class. She 
had been wronged, but she was going to be re- 
venged. 

Her eyes darkened» and she sat brooding, brood- 
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There was a willow by the stream, weeping for the 
sins and sorrows of men. Beside the willow was a 
grassy bank fringed with rushes, which in their turn 
were bordered by water-lilies. Sometimes a king- 
fisher was to be seen skimming the water in chase 
of a fly, or perching on a bough of the aspen oppo- 
site. The picturesqueness was almost oppressive, 
in fact. 

Rosabel had not reached that stage of artistic 
culture which finds a ' subject ' deplorable. She 
thought the neighbourhood of the willow lovely, 
and often paid it a visit. Sometimes Braithwaite 
came, too. He joined her there this afternoon. 

* I couldn't get away sooner,* he explained. 
* Harrowby would make me look at that confounded 
sick terrier of his.* 

* It doesn't matter,* said Rosabel. 

* Our last day at The Hermitage, Rosabel I' He 
sat down beside her, and took her hand as a matter 
of course. * You will be sorry to go ?* he asked. 

' Not particularly. 

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* How disconcerting you arc ! Do say you'll be 
sorry ! You must like me.' 

She did not reply. It seemed as though she 
could not tell a lie to further any scheme, as though 
her revenge must fall to the ground even at this 
hour if it depended upon lies. 

^ I can't bear to think of parting, Rosabel.' 

He put his arm round her. She made no resist- 
ance ; it was not the first time. 

' When shall I see you again ?' 

' I don't know,' murmured the girl, ' if you 
don't.' 

* I wish you hadn't gone to live with your mother. 
I wish you were still at the Angler's ?nn.' 

* Why ? What difference would it make to 
you?' 

* Lots. You are a young lady now. What a 
damned fool I was !' He diecked himself. ' I'm 
awfully fond of you,' he said. ' No nonsense, you 
know !' 

Rosabel was watching a moorhen among the 
reeds. 

* I ought to have taken more trouble. You 
must have wanted to get away from it. You had 
nothing then, you were nothing.' 

* I am just the same— only Rosabel,' she said with 
peculiar emphasis. 

He did not heed ; his own thoughts were clamour- 
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* What a good time we might have had ! And 
you are not happy with your mother. You dcm't 
care for her, and she doesn't care for you. We 
might have had a jolly trip to Paris.' 

' I'd like to go to Paris/ said Rosabel. 
He looked at her, flushing. 
' You could still go — if you had the pluck,' he 
said in a low tone. 

* Could I ?' 

' You know how delighted I should be to take 
you.' 

His bluntness was as primitive as his love. She 
would never be able to reproach him with duplicity, 
at any rate. 

There was a long pause. The man's hot eyes 
dwelt on the girl's face with a sat5n:-like eagerness. 
The tide of his own passion caught him, swept him 
off his feet. He kissed her, whispered urgently in 
her ear. What had seemed impossible five minutes 
ago now appeared as easy as it was desirable. He 
had meant to ask her when he begged her to meet 
him by the stream, but only because he would not 
throw a chance away. He had not really believed 
that she would dare, that she cared enough. There 
was always a curious coldness about her, though 
she was never offended in these days at anything 
he said. And he had said a good deal, short of this 
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thought it was maidenly reluctance, fear of the 
plunge struggling with inclination, which made her 
hesitate, that she was only waiting for persuasion. 
As though anything he could say or do weighed with 
her in the least ! 

* I would give you everything you wanted,* he 
said. ' You should have the best time with me 
that a girl could have. YouVe never really en- 
joyed yourself. Fd show you Hfe — ^real life V 

It was probable that he would. 

* I am rich,* he added, ' and you will have two 
thousand a year when your mother dies, whether 
she Hkes it or not. You can't come to grief, and 
you can't throw me over now. You've let things 
go too far. It isn't as though you were a school- 
girl, and didn't know. You can't be so innocent. 
You must have seen and heard something at the 
Angler's Inn.* 

* I'd like to go to Paris,* she repeated, musing, 
^ but I'd like to come back to London afterwards. 
Would you bring me back to London ?' 

* Yes. You'd meet people ; but I don't care if 
you don't.' 

* Should I have a carriage, so that I could drive 
in the Park sometimes ?' 

He laughed. 

* Dictating your terms, are you ?* 

' You could afford it ?' she asked almost anxi- 
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* You should have a carriage. Would you really 
drive in the Park ?' 

* Of course. What would be the use of having it 
if it weren't seen ? What about your wife ?' she 
added. 

' Oh, we've had enough of each other/ he said 
brutally. ' She can hang herself.* 

* You'd be saying that to me some day.' 

' No, I shouldn't. Ad^e would divorce me — 
these things are easily managed in the States — and 
I'd marry you.' 

' You wouldn't,' said Rosabel. 

' I would ! Good Lord, I'd marry you to-morrow ! 
I'm not a bad fellow ; don't be afraid.' 

' To-morrow, perhaps ; but afterwards ? I know.' 
She looked at him darkly. * You'd break my heart 
if I loved you ; but I don't, so it doesn't matter.' 

' What ! Are you fooling me, after all ?' 

* I'll go away with you, if you like,' said Rosabel. 
' But I'm not going to tell lies about it.' 

He was astounded. 

* You don't love me ?' 

' No,' she said, breaking ofi a twig of willow. * It 
doesn't matter, does it ?' 

' By God !' he said ; * you've got courage ! I 
never heard anything like this. If you don't care 
for me, why on earth do you want to go away ?' 

* Because I hate my mother,' she said. * You've 
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eveiything. It doesn't make any difference to 
you ?' 

He became gloomy, a trifle reproachful. 

' I am disappointed. You've got no sentiment, 
Rosabel.' 

* It isn't,* she said, * as though you were going to 
marry me.' 

He threw himself back on the grass suddenly and 
laughed. Her candour removed the slight restraint 
which his * deUcacy ' had imposed. He could talk 
to her as plainly now as she talked to him. Perhaps 
it was more comfortable. 

* You Uttle devil !' he said. ' So that is what 
you have had in your head ! I've wondered some- 
times. I alwa}rs knew you were different from 
other girls. I'll take you ; don't be uneasy. And 
I'll treat you fairly from first to last. You are 
being straight with me, and I'll be straight with 
you.' 

* That's settled, then,' said Rosabel, almost with 
reUef. ' When shall we go ?' 

' To-morrow,' he replied, sitting up. 
' To-morrow !' 

* Yes. Unless you would rather wait ?' 
' It doesn't matter,' said the girl. 

Her voice was steady, but her cheeks were flushed, 
and she was peehng her twig of willow with rapid 
nervous fingers which could not keep still. 

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emphatic on that pomt. * And that garden-party 
they are going to will give us a good opportunity. 
I shall receive a telegram in the morning recalling 
me to London on business. You will have a head- 
ache when the others go to the garden-party, and 
stay at home. As soon as the coast is clear, 
you can slip off and catch the 4.5 to London. 
Understand V 
She nodded. 

* ril meet you at King's Cross, and take you to 
my chambers — I've had a set of rooms in Piccadilly 
since Addle cleared out — ^and we'll dine early and 
get away by the Continental train before you are 
even missed.' 

* I don't see how I could take my clothes with 
me,' she said. 

* Don't try ; I'll get you everything you want.' 
He squeezed her arm. * Paris is a hive ; your 
mother will never find you. And I shall be there. 
Nobody shall bully you.' 

^ I am not afraid,' replied Rosabel. 

Braithwaite laughed. The girl's fingers were still 
plucking at the willow. 

It seemed to her that her purpose must be written 
on her face as it was engrained upon her heart, and 
she went indoors reluctantly. Nobody appeared to 
remark anything amiss with her, however, and as 
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Only Aylmer came up to her after dinner, and 
looked at her with the keen eyes of affection. 

* What are you meditating so deeply, fair maid ? 
"A deed without a name," like the witches in 
"Macbeth''?' 

She raised wide startled eyes to the man's. 

* Will you come for a stroll with me ?' he added. 

* Mother is over there,' she answered brusquely. 
* Ask her P 

' I ask yof*.' 

Rosabel hesitated. She was pulled two ways. 
She liked to be with him better than with anybody 
in the world. But what was the use of encouraging 
herself to care for him ? Besides, to-night she was 
afraid. She did not wish to talk to anyone. 

* No. I am waiting for Mr. Braithwaite,' she 
replied. 

Aylmer flushed Uke a boy. He was really show- 
ing a phenomenal patience, and meeting with no 
reward. 

If he had given in to pride, he would have turned 
on his heel and left her at once ; but she was even 
dearer to him than his pride. And perhaps his 
obstinacy — he was liberally endowed with it — 
would not cede the palm to this girl of nineteen. 
He meant to win her yet. So he kept his temper 
with remarkable self-control, and continued to 
smile quite naturally and good-temperedly. 

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can't offend me, you can't shake me off. You are 
not going to wait for Braithwaite !' 

* Yes, I am/ 

' When he returns you will be gone. Come along !' 
He took her arm, half laughing, half earnest, and 
she yielded, although reluctantly. ' It is time you 
atoned for your bad behaviour. Do you reaiize 
that you have spoilt my visit ?' 

* I suppose mother told you to say that !' re- 
torted Rosabel, with scorn. 

* Pardon me,' he said, * I sometimes venture upon 
an original remark/ 

* I know what everybody thinks I' 

* I am afraid you are flattering yourself, my dear 
child,' he said a Uttle bitterly. 

* And I don't care,' persisted Rosabel. 

* Don't care Uved to be hanged.' 

The girl glanced at him resentfully. She sus- 
pected that he was making fun of her, and she was 
less inclined to put up with that to-night than even 
To be laughed at, when she was on the eve of the 
tragedy of her life ! She comforted herself, Uke a 
child, with the prospect of shocking him. Her 
flight would be almost as great a blow to him as to 
her mother. Perhaps he would no longer desire to 
be connected with the family. What an addition 
to her revenge that would be i 
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* Are you very angry with me, Rosabel ?' 

To her horror a sudden inclination to cry seized 
her. She had to blink down the tears, and swallow 
liunp after Imnp in her throat. She was enraged 
with herself for such weakness. Why should she 
mind what he said and how he said it ? 

* Let me alone,* she said in a strangled voice. 

* Surely I haven't hurt your feelings ?' 

* No, you couldn't,' she said. 

He withdrew the caressing hand quickly. 

* It's only Braithwaite who can annoy and please 
you, eh ?' 

* Yes !' gasped Rosabel. 

* I have no patience with you,' he said, with anger 
sudden and deep. 'Go in! Go away! I want 
nothing more to do with you.' 

He had never felt readier to despair. 

* Another girl would attempt to conceal her 
attachment to Braithwaite, at any rate — ^would deny 
it,' he thought. ' She thrusts it under one's very 
eyes as though it were something to be proud of, or 
she had no sense of shame. Is Amy right, after all ? 
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* Where is Braithwaite ?' asked Harrowby. 

It was the next morning, and the party had con- 
gregated in the comfortable sitting-hall as usual to 
discuss the plans of the day. 

* Packing,' said his wife. * Don't you know ? 
He has had a wire recalling him to London at 
once.' 

Aylmer experienced a thrill of pleasure. He 
had the cheerful prospect before him of a whole 
day unshadowed by Braithwaite. And a day 
with a garden-party in it, which would offer many 
agreeable opportunities of making hay while the 
sun shone. If Rosabel would only be reason- 
able 

He glanced at her instinctively. She was on 
the window-seat, and the outline of her cheek was 
alone visible. Her pose was pensive. Was she re- 
gretting this beast's departure ? 

He wanted badly to talk to her and make up their 
Uttle quarrel of last night, but Mrs. Fairboume in- 
sisted upon his accompanying her to the golf ground. 

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He wished Rosabel would come with them. He 
dreaded an affectionate parting between her and 
Braithwaite. 

Rosabel remained on the window-seat, however, 
^e knew that Braithwaite would look there for her 
presently. She stared at the smooth velvet lawn, 
the trees waving gently, the thrush busily at work 
among the flower-beds. 

Her suppressed excitement of yesterday had sub- 
sided. She was apathetic now, as she had been on 
her journey to London a few weeks ago. No doubt 
the strain would arise by-and-by with the necessity 
for action. 

She was destroying her own life, but she did not 
care, urged onward by a childish folly which was 
assisted, unfortunately, by a more than childish 
strength of will. She thought that the joy of 
revenge would be a worthy reward. Yoimg for 
her years in some ways, she had acquired the habit 
of dreaming and brooding, through being overmuch 
alone, till she saw herself, not as a reckless girl of 
passionate nature, cherishing a grudge which made 
her far more miserable than it was Ukely to make 
anybody else, but as a tragic figure, the heroine of 
a thrilling drama of hfe. 

A man's footsteps descended the stairs, halted 
half-way, then quickened. Braithwaite strode 
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His voice was low, quick, impassioned. She 
looked up at the flushed handsome face. 

* You remember everything ?' 
She nodded. There was a pause. 

* You won't go back ?' 
*No.' 

' I shall be waiting for you so eagerly, my 
darling !' 
He kissed her. 

* There is somebody coming,' she said furtively, 
and drew her hand away. 

They both looked out of the window in silence 
while the butler tidied the litter of newspapers and 
magazines on the table. The hungry thrush was 
still poking in and out of the flower-beds. The 
butler went away. 

* I wish I could take you with me now,' said 
Braithwaite. 

" You think that I won't come ?* 

* Of course I trust you ! It is only that I am in 
terror of something unforeseen turning up.' 

Rosabel's dark eyes burned with the fire which 
was scorching her soul. 

' N<4hing could prevent my coming,' she said. 

* You are a little brick !' 

* Hadn't you better go ?' she suggested. * You'll 
lose your train.' 

He was reluctant to leave her ; she was quite 
willing to be rid of him. 

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She found suddenly that he was regarding her 
with a curious smile. 

' I was thinking about your mother. She's a 
funny sort of mother, isn't she ? Never mind, you 
need never see her again. She may be Aylmer's 
money, but she wouldn't be mine i Come and see 
me off.' • 

She rose and accompanied him obediently. 

The dog-cart, with his bag in it, was already at 
the front-door. 

* Good-bye,' he whispered, * till this afternoon.' 

' Till this afternoon,' she repeated. 

He waved his hand to her, and she went to wander 
alone in the garden. It was quite quiet. Everyone 
had gone to the golf ground. She could think as 
much as she liked undisturbed. 

Once more she went over her plans, so that no 
unconsidered detail should take her by surprise. 
There was her purse with ten pounds in it to be 
guarded carefully. She might want it some day— 
if Braithwaite deserted her, or she wished to leave 
him. She did not expect him to be faithful ; all 
his protestations did not convince her. It did not 
matter ; she could always earn her own living while 
she was young : she was used to work ; and when she 
was old she would have Miss Dudgeon's money. 

Time lagged with her this morning. There were 
moments of impatience when it seemed that it 
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final step and realize that no turning back was 
possible. She dwdt with passionate pleasure on 
the scene which would take place when her absence 
became known, of her mother's curiosity changing 
to anxiety and suspicion. All the peofde who 
came to Great Cumberland Place would be talking 
about her flight with Maurice Braithwaite^ She 
knew how glad they were of a piece of scandal, 
and how exceptionally bitter and smart her mother 
was wont to be over the peccadilloes of her 
friends. In future she would not enjoy gossip so 
much ; a stone would have broken one of the 
windows of her own glass house, and it would 
occuj^ all her time to keep the wind out and patch 
the hole I 

And Alec Aylmer, what would he say ? Of 
course, he would be angry with her ; but what did 
that matter ? In all probabiUty she would never 
see him again. It was hard to realize that. She 
stared at him over lunch when no one was observing 
her. For some reason the memory of that ni^t at 
Folkestone was fresher to-day than any she shared 
with him. But she had resolved never, never to 
think about him if she could hdp it, never to torture 
herself with visions of what might have been. He 
was her mother's property, and it was one of Rosa- 
bel's rules of Ufe never to care for anyone who did 
not care for her. She wanted no charity kindness 
from woman or man. 

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' What have you been dojng this morning ?' he 
asked her suddenly. 

* Nothing/ 

* You should have come with us.* 

* I Uked it better in the garden. I think golf's a 
stupid game.' 

* You don't care for games, do you, Rosabel ? 
You are too serious. When you are thirty you will 
have learnt to be young.* 

* No, when she is forty,' corrected Gledhow. * It 
is not till a woman is forty that she is really frolic- 
some,' 

' On the principle of over-eating one's self to-day 
in case there may be nothing to eat to-morrow ?* 
suggested Harrowby. ' I have known ^ 

* Young people are so morbid nowada)rs,' inter- 
rupted Mrs. Fairboiuiie. 

* If you had said " young women," I should 
agree with you. Women are more morbid than 
men.' 

* Of course they are,' she assented promptly. * A 
man can work off superfluous emotions in dissipa- 
tion, a woman can only stay at home and think. A 
generation ago she had hysterics ; now she writes 
books about her soul, and discusses free love with 
her male friends. It is the same complaint express- 
ing itself in another form.' 

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* Would Rosabel have been hysterical a genera- 
tion ago ?• she inquired. 

' No,' said Mrs. Fairboume. * Her appetite is too 
good!' 

^ But I have seen lots of girls who eat voraciously, 
and are never satisfied/ said Mrs. Gledhow, speak- 
ing for the first time. 

She had a way of involving a sentence so that it 
was impossible to guess whether it meant a great 
deal or nothing at all. 

There was a pause. Mrs. Harrowby broke fresh 
ground. 

* How are we going this afternoon ?' she in- 
quired. 

^ Suppose you four ladies took the landau, and 
we men walked ?' suggested her husband. ^ There 
is a pleasant short-cut through wood and meadow.' 

The others agreed, and by-and-by the women 
went up to dress. 

Rosabel followed her mother. 

^ I don't care about going,' said the girl, in her 
brusque way. 

* What is the matter ?' 

' I don't care about it,' repeated Rosabel. 

* Does your head ache ?' 

* No.' 

' Your heart, perhaps !' Mrs. Fairboume gave 
an unpleasant Uttle laugh. She thought it was 
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Rosabel * of!,* * You can do as you Kkc,* she added, 
shrugging her shoulders. * But what excuse am I 
to make for you ? Mrs. Haixowby will consider it 
very rude/ 

' I dcm't know/ said Rosabel. * I supposed you 
would be able to think of something.' 

* Oh, make your own excuses i If I say an3rthing, 
I shall say that something has put you out of 
temper, and leave people to find a reas<m for them- 
selves. I am disgusted with you. This is the last 
time you will pay a visit with me.* 

Rosabel's eyes gleamed. If her mother had 
known how literally her threat might be fulfilled i 

She was so smart and pretty in her elegant summer 
toilet. Rosabel noted the shape of her face, still 
so youthful, the hair which was perhaps a little 
* touched,' her beautiful eyes, and long white 
hands. 

* I am glad we are leaving to-morrow,' continued 
Mrs. Fairboume. * You have made me most un- 
comfortable the whole time we have be^i here, 
Rosabel. The Harrowbys must think you a per- 
fect savage, and have a little better (pinion of me 
for bringing you. I asked to bring you. My own 
invitation was a long-standing one, given before my 
friends had heard of you. I wish heartily that they 
had never heard of you at all i' 

^ I don't,' said Rosabel. ^ I hope they all know 
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* I don't follow your mood,' said her mother. 
* You have no reason to be self-satisfied. I may 
as well tell you that I have declined another invita- 
tion on your account, and taken a furnished house 
in Norfolk instead. Mr. Bellamy will be among the 
guests I have asked to stay with us. I hope you 
will be civil to him.' 

Rosabel smiled. 

* You understand, Rosabel ? I expect you to 
retrieve yourself by behaving sensibly.' 

' I understand very well what you mean, mother.' 

* The only thing for you, I can see, is to settle 
down. Mr. Aylmer agrees with me.' 

Rosabel's cheeks flamed suddenly. 

* What is it to do with him !' 

* All my affairs are to do with him,' replied Mrs. 
Fairboume, with an assurance far from being 
sincere. 

* Good-bye I' said the girl abruptly, and turned 
away. 

Her mother did not trouble to answer. She was 
putting on her gloves. 

Rosabel went to her room, and packed a few 
necessaries in a little bag. Then she wrote a note, 
which she had written many times in her mind : 

* I have run away with Mr. Braithwaite. What 

else could you expect of a barmaid ? You will never 

see me again. 

Rosabel.' 

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She addressed this characteristic message to her 
mother, and waited awhile. Presently she heard 
the carriage drive up, and the ladies depart. A 
few moments later the men started. 

If she had looked her last upon her mother with- 
out any emotion other than joy, it was far other- 
wise that she said farewell with her eyes to Alec 
Aylmer. 

She gazed after him dimly. In another way he 
had done her as much harm as her mother. She 
could hear his voice still : 

' Love, love, Rosabel !' 

The girl's throat contracted. She drew a long 
quivering sigh, and went to put the note on her 
mother's dressing-taMe where it would be found 
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In spite of Braithwaite's welcome departure, Aylmer 
was feeling depressed this afternoon, and his ab* 
straction scarcely realized the sunlight and shadow 
of the woods. 

The necessity for a distinct understanding with 
Amy Fairboume confronted him. There are some 
hints which the keenest-witted woman will not take, 
and she still attempted to lead him with a string 
which was irksome, although it was fashioned of 
nothing more galling than ribbon and flowers. 

It would not be pleasant to tell her outright that 
he wanted the girl ; yet otherwise how could he 
put himself upon a proper footing in her house? 
To go on in the old way Mras unfair to Impself and 
Rosabel. At least, he ought to have a chance. Of 
course, the mother might be a powerful adverse 
influence if she chose. Would she choose ? 

That he should ever arrive at asking himself such 
a question showed how great a revolution had taken 
place in his regard for her. Where was the indul- 
gence he had formerly bestowed upon the weak- 

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nesses whkh had seined part of her charm ? It 
had OMiic hmne to him slowly but certainly that 
their code of mcnals was not at all the same ; that 
these ^weaknesses' he had admired made up a 
woman who was selfish and vain» unscrupulous and 
cruel. The surface of her was so pdished» in fetct, 
that the gutter of it had Minded him to the fact 
that the metal beneath was only of the ccmmion 
sort. He had been a fool» and the result of his 
folly would be a bad quarter of an hour» and a 
lifelong enmity from a woman who would never 
forgive. 

^ If you are going to run on a hot afternoon like 
this, I shall sit down on the nearest bank and wait 
till you come back»' said Gledhow resignedly. 
' My figure was not intended for ten miles an 
hour.* 

* Not five,' retorted Aylmer, * and a little exer- 
cise will do you good.' 

But. his smile was directed as much against him- 
self as the other man. Unconsciously he had been 
hurrying to meet Rosabel. 

In another ten minutes the men emeiged from the 
wood near a gate in a ring fence, and five minutes 
more brought them to a lawn gay with ladies 
in summer costumes, their sunshades dotting the 
grasa like many-coloured mushrooms on gaudy 
stems. 

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Rosabel, and found her not. While he stood yawning 
mentally, an acquaintance greeted him, and lxH*e 
him off to have an iced drink after his walk. Half 
an hour had passed bef<M*e he found his way to the 
side of Mrs. Fairbourne, and his first remark was 
sufficiently damping to a woman in love. 

* Where is Rosabel V 

* She iai*t here.* 
He started slightly. 

* I thought she came with you ?* 

* No ; she had one of her sulky fits, and preferred 
to stay at home.' 

* What excuse did she make ?* 

^None, except that she preferred to remain at 
home. What is the matter ?• 
' The sun is rather warm,' h€ said. 

* You shouldn't have walked.' 

^ I will go indoors for a moment, if you will excuse 
me.' 

* Let me come with you !' 

* No, please don't. It is quite unnecessary.' 
He motiimed her back in her chair. 

^ You always seem so strong,' she said uneasily. 

* I am strong,' he replied. * Stronger than you 
think!' 

He left her staring after him, conscious of some- 
thing underl3dng his words that she did not under- 
stand, something antagonistic to her and her 
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voices and laughter and clatter of tea-cups, with a 
haggard look on her face. 

The afternoon had suddenly become sultry. She 
felt out of place, n^lected, old. Why had she 
come ? Why did she go anywhere ? There was 
only one thing in the world she wanted, and it 
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Aylmer left after excusing himself to his hostess, 
and walked rapidly back to The Hermitage. He 
was mieasy about Rosabel. If she were fretting 
over Braithwaite's departure he wanted to talk a 
little sense into her head and comfort into her 
heart. This was how he accounted to himself for 
his haste to return. In reality, an impression of 
calamity had overtaken him, and his actions were 
dictated by an unacknowledged anxiety to make 
sure that she was safe. 

The garden wore a deserted air when he reached 
it at last. There was the same suggestive empti- 
ness in the hall, of which his eyes took in every 
comer with a glance. But on the window-seat, 
which she had favoured so often, a book lay open, 
as though a girl's careless hand had just dropped 
it and might soon pick it up again. She was not 
in the drawing-room, nor in the dining-room, nor 
in the library. 

He rang the bell. A servant appeared, who 
looked surprised to see him. 

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* Can you tell me where I shall find Miss Fair- 
bourae ?* 

* rU inquire, sir.* 

His pulses became feverish while he waited. 
When he heard a footstep his head went up with 
a jerk, and if she had been there his eyes would 
have said to her: ^I love you.' But it was only 
a housemaid. 

* Miss Fairboume isn*t in her room, sir. I know 
she went out soon after you did, sir, because Williams 
the gardener saw her at the station.' 

' At the station ?' 

^ Yes, sir. He s$^ she had a little bag in her 
hand.' 

The woman looked curious. 

' Thanks,' said Aylmer. 

His face was gray. He realized now what it was 
that he had feared all along, why he had been im- 
pelled to return at once, why the suspense of that 
walk back would remain with him, a hideous 
memory, for ever. No process of reasoning was 
necessary. He loved her ; his instinct leaped to 
the right conclusion, and he knew then as well as he 
knew later that she had gone to Braitbwaite. 

Harsh words he had lor her at this moment — 
words he would have struck another man for apply- 
ing to her yesterday. But he could not leave her 
to her fate ; the gir) must be saved despite hersdf « 
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She was Rosabel still, and her life, whatever she 
did, was woof to the warp of his own. 

He knew Braithwaite's London address, and 
there was a train at 5.15. She must have had 
more than an hour's start of him, but he could 
only do his best — and blame himself most unreason- 
ably for not having anticipated her flight, and 
prevented it. Yet . even now he could scarcely 
credit her with such a passion ; obstinate as she 
had been in making herself ccmspicuous, he had never 
seen her give Braithwaite a glance which meant love. 

But she had gone I The crushing fact stared 
him in the face, and his amazement did not bring 
her back. He had thought her a mere girl, innocent 
in spite of her breeding, imbued with a natural 
shrinking from an}rthing gross or evil, and she had 
gone to Braithwaite ! It was the bitterest draught 
of his life. 

He closed his eyes in the train to avoid seeing 
his fellow-passengers, and wished he could close 
his ears, too. There was hell in his heart. 

When his hansom stopped at Braithwaite's 
door the windows were alight. 

* Mr. Braithwaite is out of town, sir,* said the 
servant who answered his ring. 

The ready response was what Aylmer had ex- 
pected in spite of the lighted windows. It dispelled 
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* Nonsense I* he said. * He came back to London 
this morning, and he will see me. If he is out I 
will wait for him.' 

He pushed past the man, who gave way, taken 
by surprise, and ascended the stairs. 

On the first floor a door stood ajar, revealing a 
good-sized sitting-room. 

Rosabel was there, and alone. She had taken 
off her hat and coat, and rested in an armchair, 
quite at home, her cheek against the cushion as 
though she were tired. Braithwaite's cigar-case 
lay on the table beside her, his photographs were 
strewn about the mantelpiece, his belongings 
ever3^where. The place reeked of him. And she 
was there ! 

Rage — an almost imconquerable rage — seized 
Aylmer. He pushed open the door. 

She started up with a cry, and went very white ; 
he was pale enough, too. They stared at each other 
in silence, and the tension strained like a lute- 
string — ^held insufferably till it broke at last with 
a snap. 

* Are you mad, Rosabel ? What are you doing 
here ?' 

' Have you seen the note I left for my mother ?' 

* No ; I returned from the garden-party earlier than 
the others, and guessed what had become of you.' 

* I told her in the note that I was going away 
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quickly, unevenly ; she defied him with her eyes, 
* I am not frightened or ashamed/ 

* I regret to hear it V 

* What do you want ?' she demanded. * Why 
have 5^u come ?* 

*To take you away with me. You shall not 
stay with Braithwaite. You shall not ruin yourself 
if I can help it.' 

* But it's my life/ she said, ^ and I can do what I 
like with it.' 

* Tou must leave this place at once, Rosabel.' 
*You can't dictate to me,' she panted. *You 

have no power over me.' 

He stood like a rock before her — ^a rock against 
which she hurled herself unavailingly. 

* I would not have believed it possible that you 
could be so dead to decency.' 

' Kindly go away,' she cried. * I have made up 
my mind, and when my mind is made up nobody 
can change it. You might have known it was 
useless to come.' 

* You disgust me I' he said, with a gesture of anger. 
*How I could ever have thought you had good 
instincts ' 

•Good instincts!' Rosabel laughed. *Why 
should I have any ? From whom should I have 
inherited them — from my mother ? From whom 
should I have acquired th^n — ^from my friends of 
the public-house ?' 

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* Your tone is abominable,' he said. * But for 
the sake of the girl you seemed to be — ^the girl 
who talked to me that night at Folkestone — I 
refuse to leave you with this man.' 

She was drunk and shaking with excitement. 

* You can't help yourself. I shall stay> and you 
can go back to my mother and tell her why ! Tell 
her that I am what she made me, and if that's 
bad, why, she's bad too. When did she ever care 
for me, protect me, even trouble herself to ask what 
I was doing all those years ? I might have walked 
the streets — ^as long as nobody knew. But every- 
body will know this. The whole story of the 
shameful way she deserted me will owne out. She 
made me eat dirt, let her eat some too ! I would^ 
wallow in the gutter for the sake of splashing 
her.' 

A light flashed across Aylmer's brain, and a 
weight rolled off his heart. 

* So you are not in love with Braithwaite ?' he 
asked quietly. * It is only — ^revenge ?' 

* Go back and tell her !' panted the girl. * You 
are her friend. Let her see herself as she is at last. 
I shall stay.' 

* With a man you don't love — for revenge !' At 
last he felt his feet, and really roused to the fight. 
^ Good God ! how can you be so foolish I Leaving 
morality out of the question, how can you be so 
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'I know what I am doing,* replied Rosabel 
obstinately. 

' What are you ?' he demanded. * A woman of 
such unnatural depravity that you have no shrink- 
ing, or a child delirious with this mad notion of 
revenge ?' 

* I don't care what you say,' retorted Rosabel, 
between her teeth. * Call me whatever you please. 
I shall stay.' 

* I confess that you amaze me,' he said. * Is 
it possible that you can be ridiculous enough to 
commit suicide in order to punish your mother ? 
Do you imagine that she would be humiliated by 
your shocking behaviour ? Not a bit of it ! Her 
friends would pity her. They would say : " Poor 
Amy,' what a misfortune to be burdened by such a 
daughter ! The father was a groom, you know : 
what else could you expect ?" ' 

His mimicry of the voice of a fine lady was ex- 
cellent, but they were both in too much of a temper 
to appreciate it. Rosabel gazed at him with the 
eyes of a basilisk. Hard as he was hitting, she did 
not flinch. She clenched hands and teeth, and 
defied him still, and even the man's anger could not 
deny her strength a silent tribute of unwilling 
admiration. 

' It doesn't make any difference what you say,' 
she reiterated. * Of course, you are acting for her. 
I dare say she told you to fetch me.' 

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' In fact, you insinuate that I lied when I denied 
any knowledge of your note ?' 

Rosabel preserved an obstinate silence. 

\ And you insist upon believing that your mother 
would be heart-broken by your conduct because you 
are too stupid to see that she would have compen- 
sation.* 

'She is very proud,' said Rosabel, 'and she is 
always considering what people think of her.' 

*You are cutting your own throat,' he said, 
' that is all. You had revenge in your very hand 
at home^ — ^a legitimate revenge which would have 
come to you without any seeking on your part. 
But you were too preoccupied to observe it— or you 
preferred to abandon yourself to your own head- 
long course to ruin. God give me patience with 
you!' 

She wavered at last, impressed by his savage 
earnestness. 

' I don't know what you mean,' she said. 

' And I don't feel inclined to tell you just now. 
Put on your hat, Rosabel !' 

* I shall not.' 

He caught her by the wrist. 

* Put on your hat !' 

' You can't take me away by force !' cried the 
girl, and wrenched herself free, and ran to the door. 
' Maurice !' she called. 

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forward as though to silence her, quivered, and 
stood still. 

* Now go !* she said. * He will protect me.* 

It was the crisis of two lives, and pride fought 
with love for mastery of the man. If he left her 
now it would be for ever. 

He heard Braithwaite coming down the stairs. 

* And I ? Would I hurt you ?' he asked in a low 
tone. * Would I hurt you in a thousand years as 
you have hurt me to-day ? Your mother wishes 
to marry me — it isn't a pleasant thing to say, 
Rosabel — and I love you ; there was your revenge.* 

* You love me ?* 

* Yes.* ; ^ 
'Not her?* 

* You, only you — for ever you !* 

^e left the door and came nearer to him and 
nearer, searching his face with wide eyes — the 
terrible eyes of a soul*s hunger. 
. * It*s a lie !* she said. ' You are only cheating 
me !* 

He answered with a look, and she broke suddenly, 
dropping on her knees at the table, and burst into 
tears. 

Braithwaite entered, and started at sight of 
Aylmer. 

* What the devil are you doing here ?* he demanded 
furiously. *Don*t cry, Rosabel.^ H^e turned to 
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* Not yet,* said Aylmer. He bent over the 
girl. ' Rosabel, do you really wish me to leave 
you ?* 

She put out her hand blindly. 

* No. Take me away,* she sobbed. 

He helped her to her feet, and she put on her hat, 
which he gave her, and her coat. 
Braithwaite watched as though he were stupefied. 
' Look here, Rosabel, you are not going ?' 
' Yes, I am,' she said. 

* You are treating me unfairly.' 

* I don't think we need discuss that !' said Aylmer, 
restraining his passion with an effort. 'Come, 
Rosabel.' 

He led her to the door. Braithwaite inter- 
vened. 

* Confound it, this is too much ! Don't you want 
to stay with me, Rosabel ?' 

* No,' said Rosabel distinctly. 

The veins stood out on Braithwaite's forehead, 
swollen with a rush of blood, and his hand clenched ; 
but he did nothing — there was nothing to do ; she 
had ended it. She did not even wish him good-bye, 
and the door banged behind her with a note of 
finality. 

Aylmer took her downstairs, and sighed with 
relief to get out of the house. He put her in a 
hansom, and got in himself. 

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Rosabel did not heed or ask where he was taking 
her; at intervals she sobbed still — ^low, long- 
drawn, tearless sobs, the last mutterings of the 
storm. Aylmer sat silent, his arms folded, his 
features set, staring straight ahead. He did not 
touch her, or look at her, or take any notice 
at all. 

The drive seemed short ; they were both thinking 
so hard. When the cab stopped, Rosabel spoke at 
last. 

* Where are we going ?* 

* I shall telegraph to your mother, and leave 
you with your aunt at the Angler's Inn.* 

She raised no objection, and he sent the wire, and 
took the tickets without remark. But he selected 
an empty compartment, and pulled up one window 
to protect her from the draught. 

Rosabel's eyes smarted, and her head ached. 
She took off her hat presently, and leaned back. 
Her attitude was almost identical with her attitude 
in Braithwaite's armchair. Aylmer ground his 
teeth, and turned away. 

' You've said a lot of horrid things to me, haven't 
you ?' she said abruptly. * Bitter things— cruel 
things !' 

* You deserved every one of them, and more.V 

* But you needn't have said them.' 

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' CMi, I shan't talk at all !' said Rosabel 

She averted her face, and whimpered a little 
presently^ and the rest of the journey — ^like the 
cab drive — ^was performed in silence. 

It was dark before they reached their station, and 
when they descended the lamps were lighted, 
and a chill mist was rising from the low-l)ang 
fields. 

She led the way through the wicket, and stopped 
outside. 

* You needn't come any farther unless you like.' 

* Thank you,' said Aylmer ; ' I prefer to see you 
home.' 

' Do you think I need watching ?' demanded the 
girl, with sudden violence. ' Are you going to tell 
my aunt to lock me in ?' 

He walked beside her quietly. They came to 
the cross-roads, and then to the bam, and then 
to the duck-pond, which was always half dry at 
midsimuner. A cow in a shed lowed as they passed, 
and a familiar farmyard smell greeted Rosabel's 
nostrils. It was very quiet ; their footsteps were 
almost noiseless on the dust of a long drought. 

The glow from the bar window was visible quite 
a long way off, like a great red eye which grew 
bigger and bigger every moment. A door swung 
open, and the smell of beer came out. Rosabel's 
heart gave a little throb for some unknown reason, 
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had tried to kiss her on the birthday which seemed 
so long ago. 

* Are you coming in ?* she asked. 

'No. I must catch the last train back to 
London.' 

There was a pause of twenty seconds. She stood 
with her back to the light, but his face was thrown 
into relief against the black background of the 
night. 

The girl's tongue was loosened at last. 

* Forgive me — oh, forgive me I' 

* Do you really care whether I do or not ?' 

' If I had known,' she said huskily, ' I would have 
been so different.' 

* What does that mean ?' 

* I've loved you for ever so long, and now you 
are angry, and you won't forgive me, and I shall 
die of shame !' 

Aylmer's breathing quickened. He did not 
answer for a moment. 

* It's a thing no man would forgive,' he said. 
' The mere ideas you have had have tainted 
you. And I don't even know how far you have 
gone with Braithwaite ' 

Rosabel's head drooped; she plucked at her 
gown. 

' He has kissed me,' she said^ in a guilty whiter, 
* five times. I didn't like it, and now — how I hate 
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' Is that aU, Rosabel ?' 

' I am sure it wasn't more than five times,' she 
answered innocently. 

The light caught her face, and he looked hard 
at it. 

* You are truthful,* he admitted. * Whatever you 
are not which you ought to be, I will swear you are 
truthful I So I will believe that he has only — ^kissed 
you five times. That is bad enough.' 

' I know. I am not defending m3rself . Only — 
why didn't you tell me ?' 

* You never gave me a civil word after he ap- 
peared. Under such circumstances, it isn't easy to 
tell a girl you love her I' 

* I thought you were going to marry my mother, 
you see.* 

* Yes, we have both made mistakes,' he said — 
* such mistakes as one pays for all one's life.' 

' All one's life ?' repeated the girl drearily. * And 
— I am only nineteen.' 

There was another silence. The sound of the 
river rushing over the weir reached them faintly, 
again the wakeful cow lowed in the shed across 
the fields, and Mrs. Collins' robust voice, raised in 
admonition, penetrated the outer stillness of the 
night. 

* 'Ow much longer are you goin' to be with them 
sandwiches, Jane ? The gentleman wants to catch 
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For the second time that evening a tension 
snapped. Without a sound she threw her arms 
round his neck. 

He responded instantly, passionately, clasping 
her close, and kissing her on the lips. 

*We are both upset to-night. I shall see you 
to-morrow, Rosabel.' 



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The folly of washing one's dirty linen in public was 
not one of Amy Fairboume*s. She considered it 
indecent, and, what was perhaps worse, a bore. At 
least, the unpleasant operation might be postponed. 
So she told her hostess that Rosabel had gone home in 
a fit of ill-temper, apologized for her daughter's shock- 
ing behaviour, and burned the note in her bedroom 
grate. Aylmer's disappearance she was not called 
upon to explain, but she knew perfectly well that he 
had guessed, God knows why, and foUowed. What 
was it to do with him ? And as a rule he was the 
last man in the world to interfere with other people's 
business. Regardless of appearances, he, who ought 
to have been petrified by disgust, had rushed to the 
rescue. And if his officiousness succeeded, he 
would expect gratitude. 

BrilUant in the light of many wax candles — 
candles were a fad at The Hermitage — ^Amy Fair- 
bourne laughed loudly at a particularly stupid joke. 
Yes, he would expect gratitude. What an absurd 
world it was ! But he might not succeed. 

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There were moments when she saw black spots 
instead of white walls and water-colours, and the 
carpet rose mider her feet like an ocean wave ; and 
she had had only two glasses of champagne for 
dinner besides the wing of a chicken and an ice in a 
paper frill. She would have given five hundred 
pounds to go to bed at nine o'clock, but dare not say 
her head ached ; four pairs of eyes were on the watch, 
and she could almost hear the conjectures which 
would follow her retreat. 

Nevertheless, when a telegram on a salver was 
brought to her, she took it calmly. 

' Rosabel safe. Sta5dng with Collinses to-night. 
Can I see you in the morning ? Please answer to 
my address. — Aylmer.' 

She crumpled the message in her hand. ^ 

' It is only from Rosabel,' she said. 

In all her Ufe she had never passed such an 
insufferable evening. She was sick with suspense 
and dread. What was Aylmer's attitude towards 
Rosabel ? He must be disgusted. Even caring 
enough to bring her back, he must be disgusted. 
No man could take it calmly. Surely he would 
hate her for evermore ? 

Still, she could not banish a host of misgivings, 
and the sickness of suspense endured. Perhaps he 
was going to bully her ior not taking better care of 
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Even that, she felt, would be better than the other 
thing — ^that * other thing ' which she scarcely dared 
to name even to her own soul. In the morning she 
was allowed to go. It was like emerging frcHn 
prison — ^the relief of being free at last to look as ugly 
as she liked. 

Directly she was alone the animation left her 
eyes, her mouth drooped at the comers ; it 
was as though another woman had stepped into 
her clothes — ^a woman who was tired, careworn, 
old. 

The lowered blinds and general stagnation of 
London in August did not tend to raise her spirits. 
The district of Hyde Park was especially depressing. 
A whole street she passed through bore scarcely a 
sign of life. A footman in his shirt-sleeves was 
sunning himself on the doorsteps of a certain mansion 
where she had enjoyed many a good dinner ; an 
elderly caretaker was gossiping at an area gate with 
the milkman ; a domestic tabby stealing across the 
road might have been a wild relation prowling among 
the deserted, sun-baked streets of a ruined city of 
the East. Not a carriage was in sight ; not a whed 
or a hoof broke the stillness. Great Cumberland 
Place was sleeping, shuttered and silent, as 
though it had never heard the sound of human 
foot. 

Her dining-room blinds were up in readiness for 
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coachman's sister, opened the door. She sent a 
reply to Ayhner*s tel^^ram : 

* Will see you at Great Cumberland Place at one 
o'clock.* 

Then she waited for hours, for a lifethne. 

When he arrived, on the stroke of one, she was 
still in her hat, like a visitor, and the well-known 
perfume of violets greeted him with her gloved 
hand. 

^Excuse this mausoleum,' she said. *The ser- 
vants have gone to Norfolk. I am only stopping to 
see you on the way. What. of Rosabel ?' 

* You had her note ?' 
*Yes.' 

' My telegram reached you last night, of 
course ?' 

* It was thoughtful of you to relieve my anxiety I' 
She was extremely bitter. * Where did you find her 
— ^with Maurice Braithwaite ?' 

* I am forced to admit that I did.' 

*She has behaved abominably, and you — ^like 
yourself. I guessed at once that you had followed 
her. What made you suspect ?' 

* Sundry reflections inspired by her absence from 
the garden-party. I was fortunate enough to catch 
the next train.' 

* What did she say ?' 

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he said. * Only she has deeper feelings than most 
girls — and she is braver.* 

* Braver I* repeated Mrs. Fairboume. * A de- 
praved woman would have had more — ^more hesita- 
tion. I have another word for her conduct.' 

' Then, don't say it, please I You don't under- 
stand yet.' 

His tone exasperated her. She saw already that 
he was far from being alienated from Rosabel, and 
the fact was not likely to propitiate her in her 
daughter's favour. 

' I understand very well,' she said. 

' I think not ; I didn't. She does not care for 
Braithwaite. She went to him merely to create a 
scandal.' 

Mrs. Fairboume, taken aback, stared at him. 

' Is she mad ? What do you mean ?' 

' I give you her own explanation. She planned 
this flight with Braithwaite wholly and solely to 
create a scandal which should call attenticm to her 
bringing-up — ^to the wrong which she considers you 
have done to her.' 

She was rather white, but she laughed* 

' Oh, that is it, is it ? How amiable of her ! 
Only I dcm't believe a word of it I She was caught, 
so she had to say something.' 

* I disagree with you entirely, Mrs. Fairboume,* 
he said decidedly. 

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' I don't excuse her, only — ^none of us are perfect,* 
he said. ' I am quite willing to marry her.* 
' You will marry her ?* 

' I hope so, with all my heart. She knows that I 
am going to ask her.' 

The blow had fallen at last. She realized now 
that she had been expecting it — ^how long ? Antici- 
pation of it had hung like a black cloud over her Ufe, 
despite all her efforts to dispel it. 

She took it very well. He was not feeling kindly 
disposed towards her, yet he could not help admiring 
the way she rallied after the first gasp, and stood her 
ground, hiding her wound, den5dng it in the very 
face of the man who had dealt it. She had pluck. 
He was glad. It would have been horrible if she 
had lost her head and wept, and said things which 
would have made intercourse between them as 
mother-in-law and son-in-law impossible. 
' This,' she said faintly, * is rather a surprise.* 
' I hoped you knew,' he answered. 
' Of course ' — she drew a deep breath — ' I am 
gratified and relieved.' 
' Thank you.' 

' You are treating her splendidly, the little cat — ^far 
better than she deserves. I trust she realizes it. 
Anyhow — I am obUged to you.' Her voice grew 
fuller, more natural, every moment. 'You have 
always been a good friend to me. Alec ! And you 
could not show your friendship more practically 

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than by taking this troublesome girl off my hands. 
She needs a man to look after her, and no man could 
do it better, I am sure, than you.' 

* It is very kind of you to say so. Amy,' he replied, 
touched by her generosity. * I think I can make 
her happy, and I hope I shall make you better 
friends with each other than you have been.' 

*0h, I am not going to welcome her like a 
returned prodigal!' she replied. *You needn't 
expect that !' 

* You must forgive her. She is only nineteen.' 

* She is old enough to behave with the vicious 
determination of a woman of forty. She can 
come back to me, but I shall say what I like. 
If you are nervous, she had better stay with the 
Collinses.' 

* That is unnecessary ; my sister would take her. 
But — she ought to return. Can't you let it drop ? 
After all,' he said, * if / am satisfied ' 

'I am not as complaisant,* she said< 'as 
you.' 

It was the one thrust she had given him, and he 
let it pass. 

* I will tell her,' he said slowly. * She shall please 
herself.' 

' It is all the same to me.' Mrs. Fairboume 
shrugged her shoulders. \She has done her best, even 
according to your lenient explanation of her conduct, 
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she marries, but my heart will not break if she does 
not choose to come.* 

' Still, I shall persuade her to rejoin you,' he said. 
' I can understand that you are a little bitter, but the 
feeUng will pass, I hope.' 

Her lips twitched for an instant, and straightened 
with visible effort as he took her hand. 

' Good-bye,' she said. 

The farewell, as she uttered it, was very signifi- 
cant. 

She went to the window, behind the curtain, to 
watch him down the street. Then she turned, and 
opened the bottle of smelling-salts attached to her 
golden chatelaine, and held it to her nostrils with the 
face of death. 

As for Aylmer, he turned his back on the little 
house in Great Cumberland Place and its mistress 
with a sigh of relief. She had behaved badly, and 
long ago he had reached the stage of wondering how 
he could ever have liked her ; but she was a woman, 
and she loved him^ and he had had to tell her 
that he wanted her daughter — a most impleasant 
task. Perhaps he had got off better than he 
deserved. 

He returned thanks in the proper quarter that it 
was over and he might relax. The rest of the day 
should be more agreeable. He lunched comfort- 
ably at Prince's, and went down to the Angler's 
Inn. 

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Rosabel must have been watching the trains, for 
she met him fifty yards up the road, with her cheeks 
in a glow. 

* I thought perhaps you wouldn't come, after all/ 
she said. 

' I always keep my promises.* 

The girl looked shy, and could not meet his eyes ; 
to-day was not last night, and the sun was shining. 
He took her arm. 

* I have seen your mother,* he added. ' She is not 
pleased ; one can hardly expect it. I thought it 
best to be quite candid. But she is willing that you 
should join her in Norfolk.* 

* I don't care how angry she is, and I don't want 
to go to Norfolk.* 

* Rosabel I Rosabel!* 

* Why should I care ?' she demanded. 

* Because I would rather you were friends than 
not. In this instance you were wrong, and it is your 
place to make the first advance.* 

* She would only smile in that nasty way she has 
with me, and say, " Never mind, Rosabel." * 

' I don*t ask a great deal of you — I don't ask you 
to love her ; but I should prefer you not to adver- 
tise your — our private affairs. Will you obUge me ? 
You owe me something.* 

*0f course, if you put it like that,* murmured 
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' It need only be for a little whUe,* he said. ' I — 
you know I am waiting for you, Rosabel ?' 

Her lips worked. 

* Then, it is true I I was awake all night,' she 
admitted under her breath. * I could not believe it 
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Aylmer took Rosabel to London the next morning, 
and bought her an engagement-ring, and saw her off 
at Liverpool Street for Norfolk. 

Her mother did not come to meet her at the other 
end, and the girl had a lonely drive of half an hour 
before the house was reached. 

It was a pretty place, near the Broads, and when 
Rosabel drove up' several guests, who had arrived 
earlier in the day, were occup5dng the veranda, and 
making a great deal of noise. 

Mrs. Fairboume did not rise as Rosabel stood 
hesitating ; she merely raised her voice. 

* Ah, Rosabel,' she said, * so you've come ! Brace 
knows which is your room. If you want tea, order 
it.' 

The girl was neither defiant nor sullen, she was 
coldly polite. She had expected to find her mother 
alone, and the visitors were a welcome buffer. 
Perhaps nothing would be said, after all. In any 
case, she was not to be impertinent ; Aylmer had 
made her promise that at parting. 

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When she came down again, with her gloves off, 
Mrs. Fairboume's hps twitched, and for a moment a 
stony silence held her ; but it was necessary to say 
something — the flashing ring had drawn the other 
women's eyes. 

* Rosabel has just become engaged,' she said, ' to 
someone you all know well — ^Alec Aylmer.' 

A sort of electric thrill went round. Rash people 
exchanged furtive glances ; cautious ones looked at 
their shoes. A carefully modulated voice broke the 
pause, which could not be allowed to endure. 

' Alec Aylmer ! Really ?' 

* Yes,' said Mrs. Fairboume. ' And I always 
thought him a confirmed bachelor ! But he is a 
dear fellow. I could have wished nothing nicer for 
the girl.' 

She was a wonder ; they all said so afterwards. 
Meanwhile, everybody began to congratulate Rosabel, 
who bore herself with considerable composure. She 
was no longer awkward, because she had lost that 
sense of inferiority which had always been so bitter 
to her. Alec Aylmer — the best of them all — had 
chosen her for his wife. To consider herself not as 
good as these people would be an insult to him. 

Mrs. Fairboume was the first to observe the subtle 
change which had come over the girl, and to realize 
what it meant. She herself did not utter a word of 
congratulation to her daughter, avoided addressing 
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Perhaps this was the course of conduct she had 
laid down for herself — ^to refuse to perceive Rosabel's 
self-satisfaction, to ignore that anything of impor- 
tance had occurred. If so, she could not stick to it. 
She wanted to hear ; a morbid craving to torture 
herself drove her to the girPs room after they had 
said good-night. 

The knock at the door in the silence — it reminded 
Rosabel of that other night. She had posed so 
mightily in her thoughts, and played such a small 
part in reality. It was not her own good sense 
which had saved her from ruining her life and the 
life of the man who loved her, and for a moment the 
familiar feeling of humiliation in her mother's 
presence returned, and she saw herself a pigmy in 
character beside the woman who was strong enough 
to treat her with contempt. 

Her cheeks turned red, and her eyes glowed once 
more with the old sullen fire. 

Mrs. Fairboume, on the contrary, was pale, and 
swept her daughter with a scornful glance. 

* So you have come back,' she said again. ' I 
scarcely expected it. You have courage, upon my 
word, after your behaviour !' 

' Mr. Aylmer wished me to come.' 

*Mr. Aylmer!' The woman gave a laugh of 
derision. ' Is that what you call him when you are 
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* Mr. Aylmer ! I dare say you are rather awed by 
your magnificence, aren't you, Rosabel ? Actually 
a gentleman wants you ! If I had left you with the 
Collinses, you would have married a shop-boy — or a 
groom Uke your father.' 

* I shouldn't,' said Rosabel. 

' It would have been more suitable. Alec will 
realize his mistake some day. He is not a man to be 
contented long with an inferior. He has taken a 
fancy to your looks, and that sort of thing never 
lasts — ^least of all will it last with him.' 

' You are trying to make me unhappy,' said 
Rosabel ; ' but you can't ! I know he loves me.' 

' Oh, you do ! You are so experienced, of course. 
But I am even more experienced, and I have known 
Alec Aylmer longer than you have. Let me tell you 
that he is just a little fickle.' 

* I don't beUeve it,' said the girl. 
' He was in love with me.' 

' I don't beUeve it,' repeated Rosabel obstinately. 
* He told me he had liked you, but that he had 
never lovid anybody as he loves me.' 

' You have discussed me ?' 

' I had to ask,' murmured Rosabel. ' I used to 
think — I mean, I thought after what you told me 
once ' 

Mrs. Fairboume's eyes flamed suddenly, and her 
self-control left her in a great gust of passion. 

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mine before he was yours. You wanted to be re- 
venged, didn't you ? I was to be shocked, heart- 
broken, panic-stricken by your escapade ; I was to 
be driven out of England, perhaps, by the reflection 
of my daughter's dishonour ! I see myself in the 
r61e you cast me for ! Go, my dear ; pursue your 
" revenge," and I will get the sackcloth and ashes 
ready !' 

There was more. It was vulgar, it was pitiful, it 
was horrible. And at the end she swept out of the 
room like a whirlwind ; but before she reached the 
door she added in a little sobbing undertone, ' Oh, 
my God !' and something clutched Rosabel by the 
throat. 

' Mother !' cried the girl, and started forward. 

Mrs. Fairboume did not stop. Through the 
corridor she fled like a wild thing, and shut the door 
upon her broken life. And Rosabel, after a moment, 
followed, and hanunered at the door. 

' Mother, mother, let me in !' 

But there was no response, and she crept back to 
her own room bafiBed, and cast herself upon the bed 
to weep. 

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In the morning there were two white faces at 
the breakfast-table. But whereas Rosabel, being 
nervous and upset and distrait, could not speak, 
Mrs. Fairboume talked as easily as though she had 
never suffered from an inconvenient passion in her 
Ufe. 
Afterwards the woman drew the girl apart. 

* Come outside, Rosabel ; I want to speak to you.' 
The window stood open to the garden, and Rosabel 

followed silently. When they were beyond earshot 
of the house, Mrs. Fairboume began in a voice care- 
fully modulated and composed : 

* Last night I made a fool of m5^self . It is not 
often that I suffer from an attack of nerves. ... I 
scarcely remember what I said — b, great deal of 
nonsense, I am afraid.' She paused, and her eyes 
met Rosabel's. * You understand ?' 

' Yes, mother.' 

* We were both excited. Why did you run after 
me, and knock at the door? You made enough 
noise to alarm the house.' 

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Rosabel hung her head, and coloured. 

* And there was nothing the matter,' pursued Mrs. 
Fairboume calmly — ' nothmg at all. I was merely 
h}^terical after a tiring day. So you need not repeat 
an)rthing to Mr. Aylmer.' 

' I shan't mention it,' said Rosabel, looking up. 
*Then — ^we can both forget it immediately. 
When are you going to be married ?' 

* Alec thought at the end of the month — ^if you are 
willing ?' replied the girl, almost timidly. 

* It has nothing to do with me,' said Mrs. Fair- 
boume, with an air of great impartiaUty ; ' pray 
study yourselves alone. Do you wish to have him 
down here to stay, or do you want to go back to 
London and see about your trousseau ?' 

* I think I ought to be seeing about my trousseau.' 

* Very well. We will return to Great Cumberland 
Place next week, when these people are gone.' 

* You are very kind,' said Rosabel huskily. 

* Oh, don't trouble to thank me, pray !' 
Mrs. Fairboume turned back to the house. 

* Mother !' panted Rosabel. 

* What is the matter ?' 

' I'm sorry. I was sorry last, night — for the first 
time.' ' 

Mrs. Fairboume paused. But her face was coldly 
amused, no more, at the girl's distress. 

* Were you ? Why ? Don't be sentimental, 
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Rosabel hid herself among the gooseberry bushes 
and apple-trees m the kitchen garden. 

' She hates me,' she thought bitterly, * and she'll 
never forgive me as long as she lives. She meant 
everything she said last night, only she is ashamed. 
Why should I be sorry for her ? I'm not I Oh, 
Alec!' 

Once more Rosabel wept over her revenge. But 
she kept her word, and did not repeat the story of 
that interview to Aylmer when they met again. She 
only clung to him with a yearning for tenderness 
which told him as much as he cared to know. 



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